“You're gonna put that big thing in me?” I asked, looking back over my shoulder from my position on hands and knees. “Isn't that what you want?�...�� “Yes, but you're so big.” “And you're gonna love it,” Jerry replied, smiling broadly. Somehow I knew he was right. This is what I wanted; what I've wanted for a long, long time and I wasn't going to back out now. He moved behind me and I felt him spit directly on my asshole before pushing his finger inside me. I figured that he was lubricating me as. I could take a bitof him into my throat, but not too much -- more than half. Dad's balls werereceding and I could feel him harden by that small fraction I was sofamiliar with . . . I pulled most of his cock out of my throat and held hishead into my mouth, jerking him off furiously with both hands, and to myreward he came, shooting a few large loads into my mouth. . . I swallowedwhat I could not savour, but the last few drops I kept in my mouth. "Kinky little bastard," dad smiled at me, picking. And he may only have to leave North America.He tossed and turned, and got into work early because it was better than just laying there. He closed the door to his office, and drew the blinds. He knew he wouldn't be able to not look in her direction. Not to see her there and to wonder if she was ever going to call him, and what she would say.It was almost lunch time when a knock came to his door."Come in" Lucas called outThe administrative assistant brought a bag. "Your lunch is here." My lunch". Not that I would have done the same thing in his place. Sure, I had some of the same feelings of distrust, but had I seen the story that was being put out, I would have assumed enough of it was true and called the cops.He let it drop at that, and I wasn't one hundred percent sure I wouldn't find the cops waiting when he dropped me off. But, true to what he said, he hadn't called the cops. When we pulled into a small truck stop just outside Miami there wasn't any sign of the authorities.Odds are.