.soonmaking it to the dark corner that I turn on to walk nearby the famedmovie studios I live near, I think I can feel the ghosts of the femmefatales ...and movie makers that surely haunt the district...Then striding into the residental neighborhood adjacent, I relaxed alittle making my way closer to the Hotel...I was so aware of my glossedlips and cinched waist as I walked.Then approaching headlightsMy heart quickened a littteI was already in full view in the streetlamps, and the. The thought of a woman who gets on her knees less then a foot from his celibate cock and then closes her eyes and trusts that he is only going to place the body of christ in her waiting mouth, has caused him two sleepless nights. At first Father Mothcock, was going to cancel the evening confessions afraid I would tell him the details of Moms 5 foot 130lbs body that is 70 percent tits and ass. And how I used her convalescing rx filled body for my own cumbucket. But when he saw me pushing her to. ”Debbie stood at eye level with Mr Jackson’s hairy chest. Her tiny, goosebump covered perky breasts barely moved as she looked up at him smiling and nodded: “Yes sir. My father says my oral skills are my best asset.”Mr Jackson smiled down at her: “I sure hope he’s right. My cock demands the best mouth and the girl who has that mouth should be enthusiastic for my cock. So on your knees.”Debbie was on her knees staring at Mr Jackson’s long and massive cock. She was smiling brightly and licking. I had sort of brushed over the details, because I didn't want to gross her out and wake her up, but now that they were established as "true", I thought it was time to let her mind dwell on exactly what had "happened" for a little."Of course, as well as watching me jerk off five times, you jerked me off yourself, didn't you?"After a brief pause, she nodded. Now, I may have been reading too much into it, but in that moment, it didn't seem like the pause was because she was struggling, like she.