He merely smiled, since it was already too late for the blonde to refuse him. She went on sliding down his shaft obscuring his view of their fused fle...sh.“If were are goin do this shouldn’t we know each other?” he quipped as he tilted his pelvis again.Alison bit her lip, afraid to respond because she was nearly screaming. Yes, she managed to shake her head.“Well? What is your name?”“Al ah….i Ah son….” She was moaning constantly. Before Alison knew it, the shaved fur of her sex was brushing. She felt his hand on her neck. Expected himto press down, to make her deep throat like Daddy did. He didn't. Instead,he gently caressed her with his fingers. Tammy was almost disappointed.Wanted to be held down on his cock. But in the back of her mind, she knewTom wouldn't do that. He was much gentler than Daddy.After a few minutes of bobbing up and down, fingering herself through herpanties, Tom came in her mouth. He did taste sweet. She milked him, makingsure to catch every drop. Leaned back,. Then I found what I was looking for.One night I was getting ready for bed and checked the postings one last time. I saw a long, three-paragraph listing that got my attention, as follows:Heading: Mature Married Man Wants a Blow Job, Age-Fifty-Two, Location-Omaha Suburbs.Text: “I am a straight, fifty-two year old married white male, and I’d like to receive a blow job from a mature, married, straight or bisexual man who is new at this. I will not reciprocate and just want my cock, balls and. Nothing is wasted. What little is left is ground up very small and then kiln dried, then it's ground again into a fine, grey, powder. It is sold as blood and bone fertilizer." My God!" Helen gasped."Spike boasted the mixture would defy analysis. The slaughterhouse is cleaned and sterilized. Ma Butcher can make us disappear without a trace."Helen sighed."Pigboy does the slaughtering and butchering. He's a mute half-wit, says Spike, and an enthusiastic bisexual necrophiliac," added Mark.Helen.