She used all the tricks she knew to get him off. She didn’t want to admit failure and she also didn’t want to miss the taste and texture of his c...um load in her mouth. She nipped at the tip of his manhood, squeezed his ball sack and kept him fully buried in her throat while she swallowed, making her throat muscles squeeze his prick. Finally she felt his balls tighten and his rod grow. She knew she had him where she wanted him.Marion kept just his cock head between her lips and rapidly jacked. “I’m talking about Thanksgiving. It’s next week you know.”“Ah I see,” I said. “Well I usually go to someone’s house for lunch, then stay home and watch TV.” I said.“So what about this year. We always have thanksgiving dinner at my parent’s house,” she asked. “They have made a big deal about it this year.”“Then you really should go, but you don’t want me to go,” I said. “I should do something with Thia anyway.”“Are you sure?” Janet asked.“Of course, maybe I’ll even invite Mica to Thia’s house. I smiled and her eyes lingered on me slightly longer than they should have done. She put her selection in her trolley and walked off, i watched that bum go and shopped on. In the bread section i saw her again so thought i would try a little flirting and leaned against her reaching for a loaf of sliced granary. Oh i am sorry i said, she smiled and moved out the way. As i got hold of the loaf she leaned back in and forced a breast against my arm – it felt firm and large. I thought of making a. I was happy to see I wasn’t the only girl wearing barely anything, and as soon as the drinks started flowing, I found myself caring less and less. Amy was a pretty amazing wing woman, and guy after guy was coming to dance with us. As Amy was chatting up a pair of guys dressed as firefighters, I looked across the room and immediately locked eyes with someone else dressed in red. A smile spread across his face, and I felt a warmth in my chest (or was that just the eighth rum and coke?). Not.