.what.. has gotten into you?” She whispered as if afraid to speak.My hands wandered across her white flesh, my breathing was as if it was a growling...of a lion hovering over his kill. My hate was building and her fear was feeding it. I could smell her sweat and feel her body lightly tremble from the was her ass rubbed my groin.“Zach?” She whispered.I bit down onto her shoulder and tore her thin panties at the seam. I spun her over and she stumbled into the side of the bed. I pounced on her. I could feel my face getting red, and noticed a bulge forming in his pants. He looked at me with a wicked grin. "Oh shit, sorry lady. The guy said to just open the door and come in. He said he would be right here to grab them." I stammered an apology, and went toward him to grab the flowers. In my haste, I stepped on the blanket edge, pulling it from my grasp. The blanket fell to the floor, and I stood there shocked. The delivery guy looked me up and down again, his eyes resting on my large. I still had my fingers at my cock base, pointing the weapon at him and he started sucking at it again with completely different zest and zeal sending pressure into my balls making the juices to start churning. Now he was trying his best to suck pull my throbbing pulsing length into his throat and went down to the base in a smooth but powerful effort to lap on my balls with his tongue drawn out. It felt so fantastic; mein soch bhi nahi sakta tha keh koi cock sucker meray size ke lorhay ki itni. She had been living ‘up north’ for ten years but she still had that Texas drawl in her voice. Words and sayings such as: y’all, hissy fit, walking in tall cotton, and all hat no cattle among others would slip into her conversations. I also used a few ‘country’ sayings as I had grown up in southern Missouri. Lots of times Beth or I would have to explain what was meant when she or I used one of our down home sayings. It was really funny, some of these ‘city folk’ didn’t understand the little girl.