I feel kind of like I woke up from a strange dream but it is still going on. Why am I doing this? Why do I?The man browses the different channels and ...takes a sip of his drink as if he totally unconcerned that I am sucking his cock. That it is the most natural thing in the world. but hes rock hard and I take him in my throat in long slow strokes and then back to the tip. I have the urge to look up at him and get some kind of reassurance that I am doing a good job, but I feel that somehow I would. She noticed this and stopped the violent head bobbing. “Feels good doesn’t it.”“Yes, I love it so much more than my hand.” She chuckled and tickled my balls while jerking me off.After 10 seconds of her massaging I felt my cock fill up with cum and I clenched my muscles, “Mommy I’m gonna cum.” She took her hands off and knelt back and I put my hand on my slobbery cock so that I could pump my prize out. I released one giant load onto her face that spanned from her chin to her blonde hair then. And would you like to know why, or did you figure this out?" Stephanie walked over to the table and picked up one of the beautiful flowers, smelling the scent of roses and lilacs. She pulled out a few of the flowers in the vase, rearranged and, before Michelle could blink, had a beautiful arrangement."Figures you'd be good at this too, you're good at everything else," she groused. "I don't know why he would do that." Because I told him about the sheriff talking to you. He thinks that you want. "What's this"? Feeling a little nervous about my attire. "It's ok,I told you". He retorted sharpily."My friend owns this place...." Then he smiled a devilish smile."It's sorta a summer camp for sissys" He followed it up with.Shocked and very awestruck,I saw lots of people running around,many involved in activities like swimming, volleyball and sun bathing. I realized that,I wasn't the only"Pretty boy" here today.We pulled up and parked,slowly got out of the truck.My shyness overwelmed me,when I.