The images flashed by, quicker and quicker, to the point of subliminality. The laughter sped too, and became a howl. A white screen, and silence. A gr...assed field greened the screen, with the distant blurred silhouettes of trees. In the foreground, a single flower grooved to the slow beat of the breeze, on which the camera zoomed. It morphed, through some rather backyard visual effects, into a simple logo. After panning out, it was clear the logo adorned a large canister of nerve-gas. Clear, in. ”“Oh. I guess I don’t feel as awkward having asked her to come by for a visit then. Were you thinking of that Charles Bixby then?” Grandpa asked.“Why would you ask that?” I questioned him.“He called this morning. He was asking about you. But you were asleep and he didn’t want to wake you.” Grandpa informed me.“Charles called? And he wanted to talk to ME??? Oh my God, that’s awesome. I’ve never had anyone want to talk to me on the phone before.” I felt myself get a little excited, especially in. That's when it hit me, I knew who this sexy little trollop was. I saw she had a mole about halfway up her back, I had seen that mole before. It was on my best friend in all the world, Samuel Thompson. Now here he was, dressed like the horniest wet dream and about to engulf my dad's cock with his hot, wet mouth.I should have stopped there, turned the computer off and put it out of my mind (yeah, right), but I just had to keep watching. My hand slipped down almost without conscious thought and. It hurt like crazy, but I knew I had to take him all, and I wanted it so bad. I began to rock back and forth, letting a tiny fraction of an inch more into me each time until I felt his massive head pass though my tight entrance and slide deeply into me. OMG, it hurt!!! But it felt amazing! I was so full and I continued to take a little more and a little more with each bounce. He was holding my ass cheeks in his huge hands, urging me to slide father and father down his shaft until I was finally.