Go!”The moment they closed the door; we ran to the shower, did a quick soap and wash, brushed our teeth—really well and got dressed. Packing wasn�...��t a big deal because dad had explained how to live out of a suitcase when you’re traveling. We did have time to make out a little, then I left our key on the bed, and we got our suitcases to the car.Dad was humming something, but I couldn’t put a name to it. The main theme from the GREAT ESCAPE, that’s what it was. He grabbed our suitcases and packed. He made a nervous look at me and tried to tell me to wait but I continued.I undid his belt and pants and pulled down his zipper. I worked his hardening cock out the front of his boxers.Then quickly I put his cock in my mouth so I could feel him getting hard around my lips. Within seconds his cock was stiff a piece of iron.I took him all the way to my throat and repeated going up and down as my head bobbed on his cock. My Boss’ breathing became sharp as he tried to hide his pleasure on the phone. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh……………….uueaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh……………….bahut mazaa aa rahaa haa…..aaaaaaahh …………….jalde se karoo..mera lund fattaa zaa rha haa………….. Uske dono taytey ab ek bade mosme kee tarah bade ho gye thee……………mere chut me se pane nikal rha thaa……………dono mummey jyda sudol ho gyee thee evanm unkee ghundiyaa pure tarah se akad kar Khdee ho gye thee…………….udhar mera napusakk shrabee patee Nikhil maste se so rhaa thaa iss bat see bekhabar ke uske bibi kee ijjat uska apna jigare dost. I find things that are wrong and make them right. Like you, Marshall. You take things that are broken and make them beautiful. Or, at least usable.” The conversation lulled. The lightning still flashed, but the drumming rain outside the bookstore ended, leaving the streetlights haloed in moist air. Marshall sat with a thought, a phrase, threading through his mind. Finally, he decided. “So, Sandra, is this the start of a new friendship? A good start, even?” “A very good start. But it’s getting.