She gently held his throbbing erection as she kissed the head, swirling her tongue around it. Jeff groaned as he felt Michelle draw his cock into her ...outh. She quickly bobbed her head up and down on his dick, trying to get him to shoot his load deep into her throat."Oh, that feels so good, I love it when you suck my cock," he told her. Hearing these words of praise, Michelle redoubled her efforts, trying to get him to cum in her mouth quickly. Jeff knew he wouldn't be able to hold out long. He knew he was safer not talking than saying anything about Micky McShaunassy. If he sung in anyway he would be walking dead, the bastard would make sure of it, even in any prison they might put him in. Better to keep quiet. Besides the quicker had could get out of this damn town, even if it was for him to be placed in some prison cell, the better. He hated London. Hated everything about it, from its overzealous traffic wardens, stupid clamp units, expensive crowded streets on down. * Ben sat. "Phoenix and I go way back, all the way to when he and Rainbow were my cousin Calvin Donatello and my neighbor Isabella Epstein growing up with me in Philadelphia. Maybe I should rephrase that, since only I grew up. Anyway, that's how I knew he was lying.Not that I wouldn't have gotten out of hoisting Cas ... I mean, Caysi's bags myself if I could have. "Don't sweat it, cuz. I wouldn't want you to put yourself out of work any longer than necessary, especially since Rainbow has to work two jobs. Och, e’en King James could’ne control his lands then. Then ye’ve got every one else trying tae put their hat in the ring. The English wanted tae rule us, as well as the Irish. The French wanted tae ha’e an alliance wi’ us and e’en the Spanish as well.’ Sloan MacLeod slipped in the question that was puzzling them all, before Stuart responded to Claire. ‘Stuart, why did they call him Sorley Boy?’ ‘Ye don’t know Sloan? I thought ye did. Boy, then, meant fair-haired, Sorley is Celtic fer Charlie..