If your throat thought that what you were putting in there was going all the way down then it didn’t have a problem. The trick – she explained –... was to move the head to the back of your mouth, quickly swallow it down, and then keep swallowing to override the gag reflex while you brought it back out again. It seemed so simple in theory. I wasn’t ready to swallow him yet, but I experimented by taking him a bit deeper; moving his knob to the entrance of my throat and then swallowing to cut him off. I mean, just what did I look like under all that hair? As I looked through the directory I felt a pointed thought take shape: "Maybe you could look like her?" (him?) (them?). When I strolled through Lane Bryant: "Wouldn't it be nice to know if this thing will fit before I pay for it?" scratched at the base of my neck. When the night became late in my motel room: "Damn it would be nice to take a walk in a skirt!" began to claw somewhere above my right eye. But the next morning, when I crawled. Sally looked down. Nick sensed her embarrassment and even shame and leapt to the rescue."It's a rather unhappy situation," he said. "Her father quite frankly is a lout who treated her appallingly as a child. She left home when she won her university scholarship and hasn't seen him since and never wants to again."Geraldine was about to say something but bit her lip."Her mother daren't leave home other than for work because she'd get beaten up. If we had any say in the matter she'd leave him but. They both groaned. Thump, thump, squelch, squelch, thump, thump, squelch, squelch. She was lubricating furiously now, her left hand was almost as wet as the fingers inside her. Fingertips strummed her g-spot and she convulsed, placing her other hand against the glass to steady herself so she didn’t collapse and fall out of his sight.On his side of the window, he was rock hard and ready to cum, one side of his fist starting to get sore from the repeated hits against the glass. Let it bruise, he.