“Hmm, I’m sure, honey. I just have to have a taste of this beautiful big monster.” She had me lie down on the bed, and she straddled my legs on ...er knees. I assured her that she could stop at any time if she wanted to. Then she lowered her lovely head and gently kissed the tip of my cock, where a bead of pre cum had formed. She licked her lips and said with a grin, “Hmm, not bad tasting at all.” she began to tentatively lick the purplish-red head of my rod, setting my sensations a-tingle right. And probably over two-twenty."I leaned back in the chair while an image flashed in front of my eyes."Did you ever interview Paul Wilson?"The detective flipped through the file for a minute until he came to a page."Yes, briefly. That is Mrs. Wilson's ex-husband, right?" Yeah. That's him." What made you ask about him?" Something about him. I can't exactly express it. The first time I met him, he nearly crushed my hand in a so-called friendly handshake. Then he insulted me a couple of times,. Erin, not ready to let her pleasure stop, started to push Vincent back down. Vincent obliged, kissing her tummy then undoing her jeans, pulling them down followed by her thong. Erin moaned in anticipation, followed by a soft purr and a nod when Vincent looked up for approval. Vincent kissed down, licking her clit softly then sucking on it. Erin moaned again and closed her eyes, pulling Vincent's hair a little. Vincent smiled again and licked in between her swollen lips, getting to taste the. He then removed his hand from between her legs and leaned back on the lounge to watch Cherry pump his cock. Cherry leaned with him and jerked his cock up and down while he massaged the back of her neck and ran his fingers through her hair. Her face was now only inches from his cock head and I could see him gently applying pressure on the back of her head, wanting her to suck his dick. I think Cherry might have been hoping that Richard would shoot his load with a bit of a hand job so she.