Just like her to do something like this. Just a little scent and a few vagrant thoughts and something was already stirring. He figured he better read ...he letter before all the blood left his brain on its journey somewhere else. "Dearest Friend, Isn't that a hoot, honey? I've been reading some early American History lately and that was how John and Abigail Adams addressed each other in their letters. I thought I would try this and see if I got a smile. Oh, well, I have more ways than one to. She walked around to the front of the bench carefully. She was surprisedby how woozy she was, though she shouldn't have been. It had been amarathon session. Bayonetta knew she must be running low on fluids andelectrolytes by now. Even her stamina and emissions were not endless,despite appearances.She held her slimy, half-hard cock up to her bitch boy's face and aimedat his mouth. His soft, pink lips were open for her instinctually. Helooked so cute with his head bound by the nose hook."Clean. As her thighs closed convulsively around my head, I knew that she was in the grip of a climax and that the abundant liquid that she kept pouring into my mouth was the result of her pleasure. Naturally, as her climax shook her body, I couldn't prevent my own body from being seized in the grip of convulsions also. By the time she stopped shaking and the pressure around my head decreased, I was half way through with my own climax and what an experience it was. I must have poured a quarter of a cup. The draining sounds was loud enough in the tiled bathroom to clue her in to the sound. The guy came into the room but was still too far away when he asked a question. Evelyn sat up on the bed, her arms splayed out to the sides. “Hmmmm, well, the perfect guy to me . . . she should be handsome, and smart, and give me good head!” Evelyn said with a loud laugh on the last word, her hand covering her mouth. She settled down and pulled her hand away. “You know, strong, mature, confident, a.