I continued taking more and more of him into my mouth until he was totally hard and pressing against my throat. I was gagging a little and Nathan said..., “Just breathe deeply and try to open your throat. Most people can’t take my cock all the way down, but maybe you can do it if we train you. That’s it, I can feel it going into your throat now. Why don’t you pull back and try sucking my balls before I shoot my load?” I pulled back and started licking and sucking his very black scrotum. I could. "You're a rude man. Before I lost my memories..." That's a farce! Amnesia, my foot! The only amnesia even similar to the complete memory loss you claim happens in Hollywood when writers and directors use outlandish artistic license to achieve their ends. I don't know why you pretend such extensive memory loss. Artistic license to achieve an end doesn't fit, but that doesn't alter the fact that you're faking amnesia. Now, get out of my face!" As I was saying," Coach said menacingly, moving even. Helen knelt on the Prie Dieu and I fastened the straps around her calves.As she leaned against the support, her breasts rested naturally on the shelf. With a face full of apprehension, she looked up at me and whimpered.I took two leather straps and looped them around the top of her thighs, attaching each thigh to the upright pole on each side. While I did this, my hands accidentally brushed the trembling lips of her kitty finding them already slick with her juices. One of my fingers slipped. I knew my father. Susan would have no allure for him nor would he offer her a drink of anything alcoholic since he knew of her drinking problem.Less than five minutes later, they walked into the kitchen. Dad walked over and gave my mother a hug and a soft kiss on her cheek. Morgan had moved onto my lap ostensibly to give her mother a place to sit but really because she likes my lap. She had become more affectionate to me. I think it was because we were solid with each other and she was more at.