I loved the way my mouth felt when his cock head pushed my cheeks out. I had never had my mouth so full, and it felt nice.He at last started to moan, ...nd to tell me that I was going to make him cum. His words were like music to my ears. I wanted to be the person that made him cum, just like his girl friend did so many times in the past.He bucked hard, tensed, and I felt his cock swelling in my lips, and I locked my lips around him. I did not want his cum to spill out all over my pretty. I told my buddy this is bullshit when I notice to lil hotties come from the dressing area. So I sat down and the girl on the dance floor started talking to us. She said her name was Gretta and wanted to know if we wanted something to drink. I told her a beer and she said we dont have alcohol. I told her I heard the other clubs do but she said they dont. I told I will take a coke then. So she walks over to a coke machine and puts fifty cents in it and brings the coke with a plastic cup with ice.. So we headed back over to the other barn, saddled up the horses, and took a ride out to review the vast holdings that comprise the farm. The crops looked about the same to me and the cattle did to. I could actually tell that they needed to be moved, before Harry said it.While we finished reviewing the crops, the wind picked up. I looked up the sky, it was getting greyer by the minute. I was just about to mention it to Pap, when there was this loud clap of thunder. What transpired next was my. Miranda wanted to tell her fiancee the truth, she really did. Then again, assumption was a rather tacky thing. Still, the question itself was a curve ball. The java went down Miranda’s throat and then it made a u-turn. It decided that Miranda’s swallowing organs were to strong to resist. ‘Are you ok?’ asked Jackson, patting his future wife on the back. He wondered what his mother was thinking. Was she concerned about Miranda’s welfare? ‘Sit down, sit down,’ yelped Miranda. She pushed her in.