I took Beth's other panties that i took from her dresser and carefully wrapped them around my cock shaft and began to slowly stroke my throbbing teen ...cock. I closed my eyes and envisioned Richard sitting next to me and it was his hand that was now stroking me, my precum began to flow as i fantasized that he lowered his mouth to my cock and returned the pleasure that i had just hours earlier gave him. his mouth going up and down my hard cock, his tongue slathering the head of my cock, tasting. “Hello,” I answered crisply, not really in a mood to talk to my asshat hypocrite of a brother-in-law.“Um ... Stan ... look ... I can tell that I’m not your favorite person around, and I get it, okay? I was nasty to you ... I know that I was, but I hope that we can ... be civil now. Come on, man ... clean slate. Please? With you ... and Jess, that is. Or whichever one of you will forgive me, that is,” Tim urged me to forgive him for what he did.“Really, dude? YOU PULLED MY OWN GUN ON ME! MY. "Suppose I get undressed," he demanded. "What happens then?"Ted's lips curved expressively. "What difference does it make? Don't tell me you've never made it with another guy!"The youth's face flamed. "I'm not a damned queer!" Relax, stud!" Ted chuckled. "Nobody's trying to whack your balls off. Just get out of those fucking rags!"Again, Clyde's eyes swept his Mother's features, gauging her reaction to the four-letter words. She showed no emotion other than a little throbbing of her throat,. I removed my robe and sat down on the sofa chair. Gail worked her magical lips on my growing shaft and its enlarged head. This time, there was no teasing; there was no making it last. This was a straight, down and dirty blow job, fast and hard. As the head of my cock swelled and it, along with an inch or two of my shaft took on a reddish shine, that special feeling crept into my groin. I got closer and closer to my release, and told Gail I was going to cum. She didn’t stop. She didn’t even.