"Oh, Angela." I heard him groan. I brought my mouth to his tip and wrapped my lips around. I began engulfing in more and more of him until I felt him ...hit the back of my throat. By some miracle, I had been born without a gag reflex. I still had a few inches left. I began to bob my head up and down. Taking in a little more each time until finally, I had all of him in my mouth. My chin was resting against his balls. I reached my hand up and slowly began massaging his balls. I could hear him moan. Either was fine with me. Whatever he wanted. It was almost disconcerting how much joy I felt at being little more than his cum rag, and how much it made my pussy ache with need for him. I didn't have to wait long to find out where on my body his target would be. Seconds later his handsome face contorted into that familiar grimace then almost instantly relaxed into a serene look of release, his hand still working his cock as it throbbed and pulsed its load onto me, the force of his ejaculation. Tom and Betty Milne were both enjoying retirement. Tom had to slow down a bit as he had a TIA which was a 'mini-stroke'. He had to drastically change his lifestyle and eating habits but they were still both healthy and happy. We saw them probably six times a year and they were due to come up next week.Tom's daughter Gail was living her dream and at thirty was an established stage and television actress living in Melbourne. She still hadn't settled down with anyone special and we saw her at. Elizabeth and I have thought about all these dangers.” Reg nodded, pleased at her suggestion. “Okay, I’ll do that, but push the door to, and stay well away behind it, as a precaution in case of an explosion.” She agreed to that, and Reg brought out the multi-tool he had in his pocket. He used the scissors to snip a hole in the side, then cut a large flap that he could lift enough to look up inside to the top. Kneeling and peering inside, he made certain that there was no unexpected device at.