His strong Irish accent is a huge turn on, and the fact that we're rubbing against each other in a packed pub makes me even wetter.I can feel his stro...g hard on through his jeans as he whispers all the things he's going to do to my 18 year old pussy back at his place.I make my excuses to my friends as he slips through the door, me in toe. To his car where i pull his thick cock out of his flys. I take him in my mouth, stroking his throbbing head with the tip of my tongue, as he moans with. He started to talk with my wife, he said that she had the perfect age to giving birth to a c***d and wonderful big breasts that are made for breastfeeding.He told her that his wife loved to be pregnant and that she enjoyed to get impregnanted by him.Moments of silence went by. Then he asked my wife if she wants to sit next to him inside the steam cloud, he explained that it's easier for a woman to breathe as elsewhere inside the turkish bath. She stood up and I saw her body passing by, then the. All my senses deprived. Nothing here. No burlap, no duct tape, not cold, not warm, no sounds, no odors; nothing to feel. Am I really awake? Might be a dream, but a dream about nothing? I lick my lips. Dry, it’s real. “Hello,” I whisper. No answer, no echo. Louder. Still nothing. Loudest. Still quiet as death. I can’t feel my body; can’t move a finger or toe. “Where can I be?” I ask out loud, as I slip back into sleep. I’m awake, suddenly. An echo returns the click of a latch. Eyes open. Only. My mom had gotten a cross-country promotion, which meant the remaining members of the family, my dad and me, had to move. Mom worked in corporate America, her promotion made her a company vice-president. My dad was a surgeon, so employment for him in another state, was not a challenge. It was late summer and mom had already left weeks ahead of dad and me. The day finally arrived for us to hit the road, on what should have been a four-day drive to join her. Though I had license, I was still an.