"I almost yelled, "I want your cock in my mouth, I live for your cock down my whore throat. Please give me your hot cum. I need it so bad." That's bet...er cumslut. That is what I thought. Keep on sucking me and I am going to give you what you want. A nice big load of thick, hot cum." Mmmmm! Yes, that is what I want. I want all your cum, I can never get enough cum."I redoubled my intensity and sucked him for all I was worth. After another minute of this, he began to pump my face like he was. “We have other brands to review. Bill, give me a card. If we come back, we’ll be sure to talk with you.”He said, “Sure. I’m surprised you didn’t care for the Malibu.”Karen said, “It’s an okay car but I just don’t feel comfortable in it.” We shook hands and left for the Ford dealer next door.We parked and walked inside. A young man met us. “I’m Hank, Hank Wells. How may I help you folks today?” He was giving Karen a very thorough look.Karen consulted her list again and said, “I’m Karen Gillis. I tried to stuff my cock back in to my jeans as Jayne walked round to face me just in time to see me zip up my flies, a huge bulge still visible in the front of my jeans. At this stage she also saw the three pairs of panties pushed up against the side of the hamper in my poor attempt to try and hide them. “were you stealing more of my underwear?!” Jayne asked angrily. “no, I wasn’t going to take them” I replied, now on my feet still with a visible bulge. The night of Linda’s big send-off party, I’d gone to bed late, long after Linda and her girlfriends had departed. I’d gotten up to take a piss around six the next morning, and lazily wondered how big Linda’s head was going to be after her party. I hadn’t heard her come in, but I chalked it up to sleeping soundly. Heading back to bed, I idly picked up my index cards and was casually re-sorting them when I heard a heavy, banging knock on the front door. Dropping my cards on the bed, I sat up and.