I could feel his cock all the way back into my throat and he was pushing in and out. He then told me he was going to cum. He did and his warm cum shot...down my throat. It felt very good. I keep on sucking his cock until it got soft. He thanked me very much and told me not to talk to anybody about this. I asked him what he meant by saying that I could suck as good and my mom could. He said she likes to suck cock also. I didn't say anything more and went to bed.I laid in bed thinking about my mom. I knew the street. Just two blocks away. I put on my shoes, and ran out. The street looked deserted. A couple of second later, I saw her. Jill was standing on the sidewalk, leaning against a tree trunk. She was wearing a simple dark green dress that was accentuating her slim figure and black high-heeled pumps with pointed toe. I drew closer. She managed a faint smile as she saw me. I noticed that her face was very pale, her blue eyes frightened and confused. There was moisture on her cheeks. . Steve walked up and grinned "I just want to let u know that this dick right there that's the owner of this house." I laughed and pointed! "this thingy it's kinda tiny" I started giggling even more when he replied with "well this little thing payed for this mansion and that girls home and you're new one!" his comment kind of hurt but for someone like him and how his voice is like a fallen angel, the most enchanting thing I've ever heard. I was to tired to continue and I passed out!(2 weeks. ’ the man feigned injury and placed a hand on his chest, ‘What kind of a still life photographer would I be if I asked my models to fake their expressions?’ ‘So, the expression is genuine?’ ‘It certainly is. And I should know, I was there.’ The man pointed at the photograph. Rhea chuckled, ‘Well, of course, you were there.’ ‘No no, my dear, I mean, I AM there.’ He pointed once again to a particular spot on the photograph. Rhea leaned in to look and found that she could just make out the.