The first few drops of precum oozed out of his bulbous head.I leaned over and lovingly tongued the drops off. I couldn't get much ofhis taste, but tha...t would come soon. I started licking the head of hispenis, concentrating just under the monstrous cap. I stroked and licked upand down his shaft. It tasted more spectacular than I could have everimagined. I licked my way down to his balls. They were almost the size ofa pool ball. I licked his dew off and opening my mouth, stretched it wideenough. Like every other morning, he swore that he wouldn’t have another drink that day. Even as he swore it, he thought, ‘Just one to take the edge off this headache.’His one true friend, Coke Can, watched him stagger over to the coffee stand. Coke Can was digging through the trash to locate a can in which to deposit the spittle from his chewing tobacco. Texas Jack wouldn’t let him spit on the ground so he was forced to carry around the Coke can that had given him his street name. When Hollywood. It rang for a bit before going to voicemail. That was unusual. Rich always answered his phone.“Um, hey babe,” Angel said timidly in the phone, her eyes still on the cop, “I was just wondering how close you were, I'll be waiting for you.” She hung up.The officer raised an eyebrow.“I'm sure he's on his way.”The officer gave her an annoyed look, “well you're going to have to wait somewhere else.”Angel nodded, “yeah, no problem,” she tried to give him an innocent look, “sorry officer.” She turned. Seeking a reaction, she’d noticed the widening of her aunt’s eyes as the towel fell to the floor. The mirror on the door had also revealed Christine’s eyes following the sway of her bottom as Lynne had walked out of the closet.Lynne turned toward the bathroom, where she could hear the water running. Behind the closed door, she knew her aunt was – or soon would be – stripping out of her clothing. Turned on beyond anything she’d ever imagined, Lynne wanted to see her aunt’s body up close.Her.