My fingertips lightly stroked his limp cock as it lay in front of me. I liked tracing the thick veins that came out along the surface and even that li...tle touch caused it to react slightly as if it really were a snake coming to life. But, with limited time available to me, I moved my face to the head, kissing it, licking it, and finally taking the head inside my lips and mouth where my tongue swirled around helmet and slit while my lips clamped around it and sucked. I started moving my head to. He told me he loved watching me in action and gave me lots of praise and encouragement as he reached over pinched my nipples (something I really love) he asked if I would kiss him next time my mouth was full of spunk and I said of course! He was about 60 quite chubby and a dedicated wanker and voyeur, anyway a slim black cock came through the hole so I got down and took him deep in my throat which made the guy groan in ecstasy as I worked his hard cock using my tongue to stimulate the end then. Gina looked at me with an excited expression on her face which unfortunately was not picked up on videotape. Wisps from the small tornado began to spin at her feet, slowly filling her dress with air and causing it to billow. Her mouth was open, her eyes lit up and we were treated to a beautiful site. As the tornado got grew and rose, Gina tried to hold down the front of her dress and was initially successful. However, the back of her dress also flew up, and this movement was picked up by a. How in the world can one ever hope to learn from their mistakes, if they cannot look into the past and see what went wrong? I suppose, a good place to begin would be to state who’s at fault for this heart break–and that, of course– would be me. I am responsible for my own broken heart, as well as the shattered pieces of others that I’ve loved and whose hearts I maimed with my own selfishness and wanting. The following is a complicated story, but if you read it you shall be rewarded. Pick up.