“Dale sit down.” Lindsey said in an annoyed tone. I sat down, blood boiling. Then this guy out the controller down, and said.” I gotta get going..., I’ll see you later?” He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. It took an incredible amount of restraint to keep from grabbing that guy and showing him the door, the hard way. He left and it must have shown on my face. “Doesn’t feel so good does it?” Lindsey asked sarcastically. “Relax Dale! That’s my neighbor Steve, he’s gay.” I could feel my blood. Ted, again his eyes filled with venom, dealt with the issue with that one simple statement."You'll never see Allison again."The moment Jack opened the door, Abigail collapsed into his arms. The two sank to the floor as Jack tried to console his sobbing wife. She felt safe again in his arms, but her anguish was just too much."Jack, what have we done? What have we done?" she wailed.He caressed her hair, shushing her, trying to calm her. "Shh, baby. Shh. It'll be OK. It'll all work out. I know it. I want you to lick and suck those jewels, so they load up with lots of cum." I gave his balls a nice spit bath, then drew each ball into my mouth, one at a time, and tried to tongue the sack when it was in my mouth. He seemed to enjoy it by the sounds he was making, but all of a sudden he pulled his balls out and rammed his cock in my mouth. "Now my sweet thing we go from face sitting to full out throat fucking. Now don't swallow any spit, just let it run out of your mouth and go wherever." He. I understand that you are an aficiondo yourself.’ Amber laughed, ‘Yes, I guess I am.’ The man smiled and held out his hand. ‘My name is James. Perhaps you would like to view my collection sometime. I have quite a few pieces I think would interest you.’ Amber shook his hand and asked ‘Anything of note?’ James smiled modestly and shrugged. ‘I have some works by Picasso, as well as a Ming vase and some Pre-Columbian pieces as well.’ He grinned inwardly as he watched her eyes sparkle with.