I’d never seen another guy gaping like this. I thought I was the only one who could do that. My hands gripped his buns and my face went straight to ...he opening, tongue leading the way. My tongue was rotating in a circle trying to lick its way inside. Slurp, slurp, slurp. I pulled back and saw the gape was twice as big as before. His intestine was lit up by the lights as I forced my face down onto his asshole. I think I wanted to shove my whole head inside. I hadn’t even touched my cock but it. There were two floors, so to keep from moving it twice, I suggested they decide or just leave it by the door. It ended up in a pile by the back door. I rode with The Brit to take the trailer back to Jerry."Jerry what you doing home in the middle of the week?" I asked when he came out to greet us."I didn't get a job till the end of the week. I'm going to New York City to pick up a load of costumes for a road show company of 'The Bird Cage' or some such thing." Sounds like fun. Here is your. . ?" Stanton, Mike Stanton," I answered. "I am babbling like an idiot and never told you my name! I apologize, Helen. I'm just really; really surprised that Helen Hamilton rang my doorbell. No one will ever believe this. Heck, I hardly believe it!"Then I remembered my digital camera, in the closet, just a few feet from where I stood. I quickly retrieved it held it up as a sheepish grin washed over my face."Before I wake up or you disappear in a puff of smoke or something, I'd very much. He spends the evening just watching Emma sleep and reading a bit of a book he has for a few hours. Around eight o’clock he makes a call confirming arrangements for tomorrow.It is rather funny in a way what happened today, considering what he has planned for Emma tomorrow. But he is glad to know that Emma will be open to it, at least the start of it, after her time with Sasha.He does wonder what feeling Emma has for Sasha, which is why he stopped Sasha from being the one to work on Emma. He.