We went inside, and Sonya made me some coffee, and as I sat at the table and drank it, I watched her buzzing around the kitchen, preparing for dinner,...and I thought, She looks so confident, so poised. That was the word: “poised”. Her mother, Joanne, was many things, but if you had to come up with one word to sum up everything she was, to define her, that was the word. Joanne had poise. Sonya asked me if my coffee was okay, and went on with what she was doing, and as I watched her. No words were exchanged as he started roughly fondling her little body, and she groped at his crotch. She stuck her hands down his track pants and realized he wasn't wearing underwear, before feeling his hard cock, oozing pre-cum. She rub her hand on it several times before bringing it up to her nose and sniffing it. It was perfect! The raunchy smell of urine, and old cum and sweat! She wasted no time, pulling his pants down and taking his raunchy cock in her mouth, savoring the nasty flavor of. .. She kept me at arms length, made it clear we could be good friends but never like boyfriend and girlfriend. So ... I guess I needed a girlfriend, someone I could be intimate with and make love to. That wasn't her." And did you find a girlfriend?" Molly didn't sound jealous, just curious.I chuckled. "More a series of women freshly wounded by recent relationships ending, sort of sharing each other's losses I guess. Rebounds." Not a good place to start." Nope." And you never realized Fanny. His grip on my head solidifies. I can feel his legs start to tremble a little and, as all of this is going on, there’s this little thought running through the back of my head: “As much as I had a gameplan for this, I’m not sure what to do at the end.” Like, I know this dude is about to cum, and I know the whole thing about spit or swallow, but like the actual mechanics of the whole thing escape me. Like, what is this shit going to taste like? Or feel like? And do I really want to swallow this.
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