I looked at it again and couldn't find any words but, Damn! So I got on my knees, and was face to face with Tony's monster. Which I heard later was it...s nickname. I closed my eyes and opened wide and slowly moved my mouth towards his dick. Tony grabbed my head and shoved his dick in my mouth, but all that would fit was the head. I instantly knew then that this was what I was missing in my life. And what was wrong with me. Or should I say, what was right with me. As I have been living my life. I needed her to be demanding and I needed to give in to it. I needed to just react for a while. I didn't need to make plans, I didn't need to try to think ten moves ahead, I needed to just go along and let my mind rest."Alright fix me a bourbon and coke, and I'll be right back," I said. I went to my gun stash where I returned the Colt 1911 to it's rightful place. I had only three small hand guns in the closet hide away. I chose a chrome plated .380 semi automatic.This thing is just about. But even if those two knew the truth, and were politely allowing me to avoid speaking aloud something that might give offense, I was sure there was no way Sakurako knew about it.But telling that fib just felt wrong. I thought back to the conversation at the Rap Session just over four years earlier, when Jorge, Jennifer, Henry, Gaby, Jessica, and others had debated the notion of ‘little white lies’. I had started the conversation with a quote from Tolstoy - ‘Anything is better than lies and. She sucked loudly, leaving wet suck marks along the shaft until she reached his bulging, fat cockhead. The tip was oozing and slick with pre-cum. Lena bit her lip, nervous for a moment and hesitating to lick up his cum."You betta lick up dat nigga nut, bitch." he thrust his glistening cock at her face, and Lena couldn't resist. She licked at his piss slit eagerly, tonguing and slurping up his salty, sticky slick pre-cum. The man was groaning loudly, talking dirty as Lena jerked his cock while.