I shut my door and locked it, and stared at myself in the full length mirror hanging on the back of my door. I was still amazed at what had just happe...ed. It kept playing over and over in my mind. The sight of John jacking off watching me play with my pussy! That was so hot. I started unbuttoning my shirt, and on one of the buttons, there was a gob of dick goo. I rubbed the tips of my fingers together to feel how slick it was, and put my finger tips to my tongue. It tasted sweet and bitter at. It was back to work for me. Since I was on probation I didn't have any real time to myself. I kept a journal that noted where I was every fifteen minutes. My parole officer read through what I'd written and nodded. "Keep doing this and all I'll want is a monthly check-in." Damn! I got a good one!A month and a half later I got a registered letter through the mail. As a parolee anything unusual was bad news and I wasn't happy. It was a letter from a lawyer. I had a legacy. I was floored. Hermann,. We never thought he would show up, but later that evening there was a knock on the door and low and behold there was a hot man with two bottles of wine standing at our door. Ohhh this was going to be a fun night. After we had drank the two bottles of wine and swapped countless stories I could tell that we were in for some late night fun. I had excused myself to go to the bathroom and when I came back out Eden was on her knees taking this hot man’s cock into her mouth. I could tell by the. " Can ... May ... I ... touch it?" I have a better idea," he moved from the penalty box to the president chair.Her eyes followed the pink carrot as he walked around the desk. When she couldn't follow the bouncing exclamation point her head fell back and off the edge of the desk. "Give me your hands."She caressed and tugged."Gently ... gently," John rubbed Big Pink over her forehead. Pre-cum left a little trail. "Would you like to kiss it?" he asked.The idea gave her a mini ... the act, several.