I worship your cock. I always have and there is no doubt in my mind that I always will. I love the size of it, the taste of it, the texture. The way i...t fits inside of my mouth and my pussy is pure perfection. You have always had an obsession with watching me suck on your cock. You chuckle to yourself and always remind me how much to love to watch me love your cock. It makes me blush every time. I can't help it though, you make my pussy drip and drive my senses into overload whenever we are in. Her breasts were no longer perky and full, they resembled deflated balloons that sagged far more than she cared to admit. Whimsically she closed one eye, then let her eyes descend a little further, and grimaced. Her stomach had lost its tight, flat appearance. She smirked, because her hips still had that vivacious curve, which attracted men to her like moths to a flame. After that, Deana refused to gaze at her backside for fear she would faint from the sight of her sagging ass. As she continued. ..”“Pardon me? Who’s speaking?” Phil spun around, searching for who was addressing him.“Us ... them ... their...”“What the heck are you talking about?”“Excuse we. Speak us ... We this ... still work...”“Where are you? Who is this?”“This new. We work technique. One ... second?”The voice alternated between normal speech, grainy radio signals, and loudspeaker distortions. Phil rubbed his ear, trying to clear whatever obstructed his hearing.“This work do? Sorry, is this working?”Phil stopped. Don’t worry about us. Perhaps, I should spend that time in London with your grandmother until you return. That way, I will see Lucy too.”“You are really all right with this, Darling?”In return, Ellen stood and walked over to him. She took his hands and pulled him up to hug him.“I have the best husband of the world. Now I will lend him to my country for a month.”Richard return her hug with feeling.“I am truly blessed with you, Ellen. It is a pity that you cannot come with me. Amsterdam is.