He headed towards the TV to turn it off when he saw a smile spread across Emilia's face. She looked directly at the camera and said "You only had to a...k Daddy." Chris was frozen. Had he heard that right? Did she actually still want him? He hadn't even realized that Emilia was no longer on the TV until there was a faint knock on his door. Startled, he turned to face it. "Uh come in," he tried saying, but no sound came out. He cleared his throat and went to try again. "Come in," he. I dropped to my knees and placed my mouth over his thick head. The smell was a strong musky man smell and tasted of sweat. His cock was hard, fleshy and hot in my mouth. I stroked it up and down a few times with my hand which barely covered half of his manhood and just reached around its circumfrence. He pushed the back of my head down on his erect penis and by this stage my spit was dribbling down his length and into his pubic hair. He moaned as his penis rubbed the back of my mouth and my. I looked dashing in khaki shorts and a sport shirt, over leather moccasins and a nice pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses we found at the eye doctor. The glare off the lake and presumably, the river, could give you a bad headache and we wanted to avoid that at any cost. My last experience with a bad headache was enough for one lifetime - or two – as was the case with me.Table Rock Lake becomes the White River and the river winds from Branson, along the southern Missouri border, into Arkansas. The. But first, I need to get my arrow out of his skull." The razor-sharp hatchet blade split the skull easily enough, and he set about the gruesome task of moving the brains around so he could unscrew the penetrator from the arrow shaft. "Gotta bring back a bucket so I can keep these to help tan his skin." Hands sunk into brains, he chuckled aloud. "Funny how every animal comes with just the right amount of brains to cure its own hide – with a little piss added, of course."After retrieving his.