It took me a few days to come up with a plan, one I hoped would get me closer to her and what she was doing. Picking out a few choice shots from each ...ape, then transferring them to a pdf file, I saved them to my phone, taking a few moments to make sure what I was doing, I called her. She picked up on the second ring, “Hell-o this is Sammy, but I don’t recognize this number. Who am I talking to?” “Mom, or should I say, Sammy, this is Mike. It has been a long time. How have you been?” She didn’t. I wanted it to be Karen, and it did. For each of these peculiarities, I had no answer. None of this fits with what Beetlesmith had described, and that worried me. I could rationalize it away, of course, but rationalization was the last refuge of a fool—someone who wishes to remain blind to the dangerous curves that may lie ahead. Was that me? Was I speeding down a dark, twisting mountain road with my headlights turned off, hoping that that black crag in front was really a tunnel, and not a. “I will do my best sir,” she wondered how much of Suulin’s enormous cock she could even fit in her mouth. She slid over between Suulin’s legs and unclasped his trousers. The biggest blackest cock sprung from his pants a full 9 inches of man meat. Lindsay gasped involuntarily, making the men chuckle. “Oh my,” she said breathlessly. Her mind whirled as she took him in her hand stroking his girth and length appreciatively. She lowered her mouth to him as she gazed up into his dark green eyes. What a treasure.I began by nibbling her labia while stroking the insides of her thighs with my fingernails. Her response was immediate and gratifying. She placed her hands on my head, fingers gripping my hair gently, and moaned as she rocked her hips slowly. Slowly, I began to insert a finger into her hot little hole, and moved my tongue up to her clit, stroking it with long, hard, sloppy licks. She began to shudder with each tongue stroke, and I coordinated the action of my finger so that each.