And then I had to take several selfies, surrounded by the two of themgrinning. There are worse things in life to suffer through. Takingpictures with p...roud parents is not even on the list.They were planning on being on the road as soon as I got there, but thethree of us ended up talking for almost two hours. When they finallyleft, I was feeling sorry for dad. For the next six hours, I was prettycertain he was going to be listening to my mother planning my wedding,and I don't even have a. He had a musk old gentleman scent to him, and he started to get hard in my mouth. I put it all in, and just kept it there, playing with it with my tongue. He got harder until he was in the back of my throat, he was a nice thick 6", with a big head, that kinda threw me off, I had never had one with a big head like his. So instinct took over and I just started sucking it. I mean, I think im good, Ive had quite a few dicks and quite a few older men that have told me how to suck. So I doing my. It was a cathedral ceiling living room with a huge fireplace and multiple sofas in interesting configurations. She led them through a huge media room, game room, kitchen, pantry, nursery-child care center, a more traditional and cozier family room that could still seat twenty or thirty, and then by of one of the elevators up a level to the bedrooms.Sheila gaily laughed when she showed them Mark’s bedroom. Like David, as she apparently knew, Mark had a huge bed capable of sleeping seven or eight. But I didn't feel it would be appropriate to spoil the mood with the encapsulated version of the story of my life up until I met Gregg.They guided me into the bedroom. Midge pulled the bedspread down while her husband, a senior vice president who insisted that I call him David, took me in his arms and began kissing me. In a moment I felt Midge pressing against me from behind and moving her hands over my body. My thoughts about the people downstairs and how embarrassing it's going to be when we.