Another nod brought Blaise over again. This time I looked up and let him slide Long John into my mouth, through my throat and into my chest. He pushed... and pulled it slowly at first, allowing a full view of the bulge moving up and down in my throat. Then, he began moving faster, giving me a thorough throat-fucking for his friends. I synchronized my stroking to his and both our hands were moving up and down at the same.When I started to feel my cock ache and my cum rise, I sped up my strokes.. As if reading my mind she said "I should stop before you cum. You want to leave your babies in my fat pussy." The fucking way she said that got me the closest I've ever come to shooting without ever doing so. I pulled out of her mouth and rolled onto my side, taking deep breaths, thinking of Weeghman Park's ivy until I could avoid fire hydranting all over my sheets. My dry cleaner would not like that, I thought. Turning back to her, I said "I'm going to do exactly that. But first I'm gonna. He reached down, unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his jeans. I pulled them down, hooking my thumbs into his boxers, so they came down at the same time.I was kneeling down as I pushed dad’s jeans down. As the boxers came down too, it freed daddy’s penis, and it sprang up, slapping me in the face. I stopped thinking about the jeans, and my hands went to it like they were magnets pulled toward steel. I gently touched the hard shaft and slowly stroked it. I thought the head looked cute, and I. ‘Keep quiet and I won’t,’ Matt threatened, pulling the car back on the road again. The farther away from the compound they got, the more uneasy Claire became. The cell phone rang again and Matt lifted it to his ear. ‘I don’t like it, but I’ll do it,’ he promised before hanging up the phone again. Claire watched as Matt picked up his gun again. ‘I’m sorry Claire,’ Matt murmured, cocking the gun with his thumb. Claire reached over and grabbed the steering wheel. Matt swore under his breath but.