“She does this thing with her throat, and she can get my entire dick in her mouth. All of it, right down to the base.” He could see she was abou... to interrupt him, so he hurried on. “She said she could teach you how to do it, too. She says it’s not hard, you just have to know the trick.”“And you want me to learn this trick?”“Oh my God, you’d be a fucking goddess if you learned that.” He realized that he might have gone too far in his excitement, but he was so caught up with the idea he. "Thank you, Don," he said. "Now, at this point, I want to throw the floor open for public comment, but I expect it to be orderly. Everyone will have a chance to be heard. We've provided microphones out there, and I would ask that you use them. Please line up behind a microphone, and we'll go from one to another."Mark shot out of his seat, but still was second in line for one of the microphones. When he finally got a chance to speak, he asked, "I want to come back to this idea of the treatment. Jack poured a cup of coffee and looked in the crock pot. There was still a little oatmeal left. There was a pile of bowls and some spoons. Using a ladle, he shoveled out a spoonful into a bowl. After grabbing a spoon, he went over to the couch. Sitting down, he said, “I’m sorry. That just made me mad.”“I can understand that,” Abby said. She poured a bit of coffee and sat down on the couch opposite him.Jack ate a bite of the oatmeal and grimaced. He asked, “Is there any milk?”“Not anymore,” Abby. Their tangle of bodies made it to the landing somehow. Kendall held the top of the balustrade with both hands. One leg up on it because she needed the dogging finale. Her exposed lippy coochie joined with cock. Naturally fem-creamy gelled for action: pure need, pure bodily greed and the urgency of coupled speed. Wow was she loud. Her delicate petite frame belied by her foul mouthed pleasure: “Oh fuck me…fuck me deeper…yeah…oh…my my…Oh God.” A tirade of filthy enjoyment. Complete womanly.