I have never swallowed, this is the first time. I decided to go to my dad’s place with my son. My sister and her husband also live there. We packed ...and went. I wanted to have a private conversation with my dad.Me: Why are you doing this to me?He: Please marry him, he will give you 50k per monthMe: Am I a whore?He: Mind your wordsMe: He says that he will fuck me till I give birth to 5 childrenHe: My dear, this is his first marriage, he is excited.Me: What about Vicky? What will he think about. It began to rain sperm and then they turned their open mouths upwards, towards the downfall.In all, a fucking fantastic morning."Who?" Brian. My mom is your father's secretary." The voice sounded squeaky, young."Oh, hello Brian. Are things going okay?" He was Lizzy's son and what Gerald and I had done with her, to them, came back to me like a flood.He chuckled which told me more than any amount of words could have, "Mom said that I had to call you if I wanted... ?"Gerald's commands came back to. Oh well. That was the least of his problems.At long last, you reach bottom, your hips coming together with a solid whip and your cockhead grinding against the mouth of her young womb. You pause. The hard part is over, you did it. You invaded little Stephanie to her deepest depths, places no man had ever reached before."You did it." You whisper softly in Stephanie's ear."I did?" She had had her eyes squeezed closed, poor little thing was really feeling the sensations. Stephanie looked down at. I know just why, too. Ana. I could not, for the love of God, stop thinking about her, how close she was to me that evening; the look in her eyes, the smell of her, the way her chest heaved in sync with her breath…It was overwhelming. Finally, the crowd thinned, and once again it was just me and Frank sitting on our porch. As usual we looked around for renegade cigarettes, and found us each one. We went down to the docks in silence, only the ground cracking and crunching beneath our feet. It was.