Maybe she will someday.’ A minute passed before Chris confessed, ‘When I’m with her, Dad, I don’t miss Mom so much. Is that bad?’ Sam had to...wipe some wetness from his eyes. ‘No, Chris, that’s good. Mom would want you to be happy. I want you to be happy.’ They pulled into the driveway of a rundown one-story ranch. The white paint peeled and the black roof shingles curled. Even the ‘For Sale’ sign staked in the front yard looked in disrepair. Sharon waved them in through a ripped screen door.. Where many of his colleagues turned to alcohol to ease their troubled consciences, he found comfort in this daily ritual. At the age of forty five, Dimitri was considered to be an old man in his profession. Other assassins of his generation were mostly dead, from liver failure or making fatal mistakes on the job.Dimitri booked passage home on a ferry from Istanbul to Odessa. The thrumming of the ships engines were relaxing to him, he tried to arrange sea transportation whenever he could. The. .obviously gaining real joy each time I gasped for breath, his cock seemed to grow harder in me. 7 times....8, on the ninth he pulled me upright, and whispered into my ear...."I'm not wasting my cum in your asshole slut, this load is going in your mouth,...now is that ok?" I nodded weakly.He pulled out of me....I felt my ass shrink back, for a second I thought I had shit myself. He stood and stepped to my side, he still had hold of my hair, I turned on my knees to face him....his cock glistened. I scream out in orgasms, yet again Iam panting with so much pleasure. The most I have had from one cock. I feel Inever want this beautiful treasure to be removed from my neglected pussy.You stand up with my pussy still logged on your pole and lie me onto the bedyou fuck me deep and hard for a few minutes and let me cum again. After thisorgasm stops, you slowly remove your cock from me, then dive into my wetpussy with your tongue. I gasp and squirt on your tongue, almost immediately.I cum to.