I start moving my head up and down his shaft, until his mushroom head is just starting to leave my lips before plunging my head back down on him. I g...ag slightly, but fight it off as I force him into my waiting throat. Both of his hands are on my head, his fingers digging into my hair. I keep him there, tears coming out of my eyes as I look at him. I pull back and then down again, faster and faster, as deep as I can get him."Oh, my god, Tina! That feels so fucking good," he says. "Where in. ”“Damn! I’ve got to call NASA. They’ll be wondering where I am.” As he considered that, his teeth began to chatter. The heat was still turned down. Whenever he traveled to Cape Canaveral he cranked the heater down to reduce expenses. His Wi-Fi and computer would be unplugged to prevent electric surges from frying the electronics. The TV and other electronics would also off to them from draining his wallet. He was a bit of a control freak about minor details.Growling, he grabbed pants and a. My balls tingled continuously. She was moving her thumb over her pussy as the tips of her fingers tugged on and held the swollen head of my cock. She was panting faster and faster. She was quivering. The tingling in me grew and then I spewed out a vast stream of cum that shot across the bath and hit the tiled far wall. Her hand let go as though scolded and she hopped off my dick as further shots splattered everywhere. She looked at the sperm in her hand as though it burned. Then she lightened. Without the distraction of a pretty young woman in the house I could finally focus on their domestic needs. The fact that scrumptious young woman was my sons Therapist didn’t matter. It also didn’t matter to me one bit that I was well old enough to be her father. If I had a chance to have her I would take it. Of course the company she worked for would frown on such activity but then again they would frown on certain things they already do and talk about. We had an instant report right off the.