Shelley looked at the picture for a moment then put the book down."Who makes the call?" I do of course !" I replied.I'll do it." Mom stated. "I promi...e to be fair!" Does it have to be that dress?" Shelley asked."I'll forget about the dress," I said graciously. "But that's it!" Imeant of course that I just wanted Shelley to make me look like thegirl and not worry about clothes. Shelley had other ideas though.We shook hands on our bet then Shelley left saying she had to pick up afew things. . Big mistake.Faster than he could move it, I removed his hand from my shoulder and put his hand and fingers in a wrist lock. He was on his tiptoes.I looked him in the eye and whispered so that just he and I could hear.I whispered, “You slimy little Shit. You put your hands on me. That’s a big No No. You ever lay a hand on me or speak to me with disrespect like that again, you will need the services of a good doctor. Do you feel me, Asshole?”He didn’t respond so. I tightened the wrist lock to. She had slipped my cock into her mouth, sucking on the cockhead and upper portion of the shaft. I have a very healthy sized cock - 9 inches when fully extended and its quite thick ... and right then it was fully extended.She sucked and massaged my balls so skilfully - I would not be able to hold off my cum explosion much longer.At that moment the waitress came back to take our dessert orders. I struggled to hide my excitement emanating from under the table as I ordered for both of us. I was. Comments, are always welcome.Riding bikes through the forest seemed like the perfect start to their honeymoon. John and Frances had married and traveled to central France for a long peaceful break. The wedding had been a huge family event and had sapped Frances’ energy; there had been so much planning. The first two nights of the honeymoon had been disappointingly uneventful, as Frances had gotten her period a few days earlier, a bit of poor management on the part of her body. Probably.