Like one of those performers who puts a sword down their throat...this was talent beyond a party or bedroom trick.Geez she spread her spit in copious ...ad over my already moist pecker ...then she slid me in between her wet expectant lips...shallow...then deeper...then to her throat.Yes; the blonde had moaned, yelped and virtually screamed when I jammed her arse...but as my cock disappeared into the depth of an amazing tonsil tickle...I started with a series of deep groans...which just became. Excuse me; I hope I didn't hurt you."The attractive older woman was looking down and cupping a cigarette in her hand. He noticed she was still wearing a flimsy sort of nightgown under her London Fog raincoat and had a pair of dark blue comfortable slippers on her feet instead of the killer heels that always make her look so sexy.Sal was turning to go because he wanted to get finished with the cleaning chores before noon. He wanted to watch the Yankee game. He stopped because he was certain he. I read it with your mom in twelfth grade English, back in 1966... You want to know what this might be about? My granddad and Melanie's great grandfather had a legal dispute once, about a bank loan. Gus won, and Melanie's great granddad took it personal... real personal..."I grimaced and whined, "But that was ages ago! Why spend your life fighting your grandfather's war?"My dad sighed. "Yeah, that is the question, isn't it? Probably because they're not smart enough to find better things to do.. The WHOLE story" she said.Neil sighed. He started with his earliest classes, discussing Derrick's issues with equipment and safety. He hesitated to tell Gwen's part, but he was finally forced to by Mom's unblinking stare. He continued through the safety test, stopping afterwards when Mom spoke up."Is this true, Gwen?"Gwen sobbed and nodded, "I didn't tell Neil the truth, then, I was scared that..." Enough. Continue Neil"Neil flinched, then continued. He described Derrick's riding issues, how he.