I again took his cock in my mouth and started sucking his large bulbous head hard. He again started pumping his cock in my mouth. This carried on for ...two minutes and he started moaning “Ohhhhh…Chintuuu…yes suck me…suck me hard…, Ohhhhhh you are expert…..” His pumping increased and he almost shouted, “Ohhhhh… yes Chintoooo,….Ohhhhhh.. Aahhhhhhh…. I am coming” He pushed his cock deep in my throat and I felt his cock pulsating and first gush of his warm semen hit the back of my throat. He came in. The heated conversation went on for about five min. when Breanne said, "Just fuck off and do not ever call me again." then she hung up her cell phone. "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked. "She wants me to leave my k**s behind with you and mom to raise while I go live with her and her mom, cause she thinks she can take care of me the way I need to be taken care of. Now how. Luckily, things got done a little quicker than I thought they would, so while I still didn’t get out of town until well into the evening, I arrived at the secluded site about an hour earlier than I had told the girls I would. It was quite dark out. I parked under the house (it was the typical Florida beach house configuration where the living space was above storm surge level); and rather than unpack the car then and there, I just grabbed my clothes bag and snuck up the steps in total darkness. I was thoroughly soaked through, she muttered something about catching my death of cold, and began to remove my wet clothes. I stood there and let her do it, my teeth chattering from the cold. Even my underwear was wet, and after she removed them went and got a towel. Now she rubbed me all over to dry me, her rubs were very brisk and felt good. She gave me a housecoat to put on, and left me standing in front of the fire. She placed a clothes rack in front of the fire, and spread my wet.