I licked back up the large vein on the bottom of the meaty organ, and then forced my mouth down over the thick head, taking as much of it as I could s...and. Choking, I momentarily backed off to catch my breath, and then immediately forced my head back down on it. He just let me work, not moving a muscle, grunting and sighing every once in a while when it felt really good. I could feel his thick veins and ridges as my lips moved over them, the awesome crown pushing into my gullet, forcing my. I'm starting to lose ideas I once had or they just wasn't ever "that good" to begin with in the beginning. I'm literally losing the ability to think of anything else anymore these days since she left me with such a gift.My wife came waltzing into the room while gleaming at me with that smile and asks me if I was packed yet. Packed Yet? Where we going? I was waiting for a joke to follow but she asks me if I was k**ding. Of course I wasn't k**ding, I've been so deep in thought of certain things. It would really help us but still I have some doubts about being able to last through it all.”“Well you’re going to be on the receiving end so think about that. Yes the money would really help but it would be a night of some pleasure and hopefully not too much suffering,” I said. “We need to know if it gets too bad if you can call a halt. However the final decision is up to you as it’s your body that’s going to be used.”Jake did leave us with his number so a couple of days later Jill called. "Jeff," I interrupted him sharply before losing it once more and succumbing to the thrill of that lump pressing into my belly. "M-m-m," I purred, biting my lip. "Just let yourself be . . . . lost in the moment!" I'm afraid I uttered that last sentence while grinding my whole torso against that big, mysterious lump in Jeff's slacks. I had a clear idea now of the proportions of our dilemma and - right or wrong - I was determined to face it head-on. I slipped my hand out of his and guided his hand.