He groaned, "Aaaah, who cares what she would say, I'm your cock hungry slut." My cocksucker?" I asked."Yes, your cocksucker, or anything else you want... to call me," he said, his eyes never leaving my hard cock.Satisfied, I shoved my cock back into his mouth, letting go of his cock. Although awkward because he was laying down, he tried bobbing, meeting my forward strokes with insatiable desire. I had created a cum hungry cocksucker who I was confident would crave cock the rest of his life. Once. Li-Ion Battery Operated Electric Pick Gun. Lithium battery. The gun wasn’t cat-burglar cool. It simply vibrated inside the lock until the motion caused the pins to fall into place. In theory.I’d also sent myself my old-school kit. Just in case. As I walked toward Elm Ridge, I was having an internal conversation — this one involving the police who had found my two sets of picks to be ... interesting.Well, Think Positive, that’s the Boy Scout motto if I remember correctly.It was 12:14. I was. Did he hate her that much? Unsure of himself, Mike asked, “Why don’t you take care of her?”“She won’t even talk to me. It’s pretty clear to me that she hates me as much as her mother does,” answered Jerry saddened at having to admit that aloud. He noticed the look that crossed Karen’s face, unable to believe that a daughter could possibly hate her father that much.Jerry said, “I always thought that little girls were supposed to love their fathers, but that never happened in our house. My wife. And you've seen how much it turns me on. Go figure.)I watched that thick green shaft sliding in and out, so wet with Her juices, squelching with such delicious obscenity between Her swollen, butterflied pussy lips. I couldn't help myself. I raised up a bit so my face was right between Goddess Janelle's legs and where the beads of pussyjuice that were sprayed from Her wonderful cunt splattered my slave-boy face.She laughed as She watched me. I was sniffing strongly behind my piggy-nose, loving.