He started thrusting his cock down my throat as far as it would go, until I was gagging. I swallowed convulsively, and he must have liked it, because ...suddenly I felt thick hot ropes of cum shooting into the back of my throat. One, two, three, there must have been at least six hot jets before he was done. And he was still hard! He pulled me up, turning me around to face the tree, and bent me over slightly, lining his cock up with my hole, and slid all the way in, in one full thrust.It felt. Christine turned and walked into the sitting room, she had her short white skirt and white vest on and her long blonde hair swished around as she turned. I followed her into the sitting room and sat next to her on the sofa, I placed my hand on her knee. "So what shall we do?" I asked. "Fancy going to get something to eat?" "No, just fancy having a quite night." She replied. This was the code for a bit of kissing and cuddling and if I was lucky I could usually get her down to her pants. I turned. ..We arranged a day and time that I could visit her as I could not accommodate her (my Mrs would never inderstand) we chatted and had this date sorted,she asked me what I wanted her to wear, I told her a top skirts hold-ups nothing else, and I did not want her to say anything when I arrived I just wanted to take her into a room and put my fingers up her fanny and take them out and taste her this was all agreed. I turned up at her house at the agreed time and rang the bell and was greeted at the. He looked so confident lying there, hands clasped behind his head, like an idol waiting to be worshiped, certain he deserved it. With difficulty, Karen tore her attention away from the photos, and thrust the phone back to her employee. "Correct me if I'm wrong, Brandee, but that does not look like somebody with a substance abuse problem." Tayshaun? Oh, God, no. He's a health nut. The pills weren't for him. No, it was someone at his gym. Tayshaun owed him money, and the guy said he would take.