"Poor Molly turned and fled as fast as her considerable bulk would allow."You sir are an abomination!" the mother averred."Fattening her up for Christ...as," Bobby Fawkes chipped in, "I like a plump bird at Christmas!" I'd like to sit down," I suggested as I regretted mixing French and English wines so early in the evening."You slight me sir!" the matron avowed."Tell me," I asked, "You have but one chin, a thin weasel like face, a narrow waist, thin spindly legs beneath that gown I'll wager, so. ” “Oh.” Here it is, I thought to myself. “So I have to offer. Would you like one?” “What?” “Would you like a blow job?” “Are you serious?” “That’s what I think about, if I’m ever caught, I have to. I have to give the guy a blow job, so I’m offering you one now." “REALLY?” This is what I’d been dreaming about, what I wanted to do when I’m dressed like this. I shook my head yes. Then I said out loud: “I’d like to suck your cock.” There, I said it, I really said it..Then I motioned him over. .! Yess...take it, bitch! Mmmm...little cock-whore!”He fucked my mouth hard, and I tried to push him away, but he was to strong. He stopped with intervals with his cock all the way down, so I kept on gagging for 5 or 6 seconds. Then he continued on without letting me breathe. I tried to breathe through my nose, but it was not enough. I felt like I almost passed out. He saw that and pulled out. I fell on all-fours and gasped for air.“Stay awake, bitch! I still need to use that sweet ass-pussy!”I. I did, however, get to give him some relief before he left. Jim took me out to the barn, while in my white wedding dress, and told me to get down on my knees. “Belle, please! It will only take a moment,” he begged. I smiled at him and lowered myself down to my knees. I am a proper southern lady after all and we are known for our hospitality. I unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down around his ankles. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath and I got my first look at a man’s penis. It was so.