I try to talk to her, but she only gives me a small smile, before turning, her dyed red hair flinging out as she walks away. It hurts to be treated li...e that after pouring my life out to her earlier, but there is little I can do about it, short of using my switches. A quick sense of her 'happy' switch, informs me that she’s a little more happy than not, which is at least something. Unless she’s happy at me being miserable? Naw, that’s not like her.Bradley is just as ornery as ever, however.. My husband looks up at the beautiful stranger. "Um, hi." He says. Bruce comes over to me and give me a hug. He then looks down at my husband and says, "Hi sexy, you look very nice." Michael, you know why Bruce is here, don't you?" I ask. "Yes." he responds. "Honey, please tell Bruce and me what you want tonight!" I demand. "I want...I want you to make me...a ...cocksucker!" he stammers. "That's right, honey, and if Bruce let's you suck his cock, what must you do?" I taunt. Michael's cock is. I got the ice cream from the fridge and put some in a bowl, I thought I had better mix it round a little so that I could get it to absorb my cum, so I chopped it up into small sections and whipped my hard cock out. As I wanked it, I was thinking “mmm my little sweetie, do you want some of this, you going to taste my nasty spunk with your cute little tongue” As I came, I put my cock over the bowl and let the first load shoot over the ice cream, I then quickly diverted my cock to a waiting towel,. We didn't care as a town we knew you were feeling bad about losing to our town rival. I recollect the time you made me think I was chicken at the town talent show. I didn't care about looking like a total donkey. But there was no reason, son, that you had to usurp that truck driver's mind. I or Mr. Timms could feed your family for the entire year as long as you asked. But right here, right now I want to help you get out of your criminal tendency." How will you do that?"He gives you a fatherly.