Back here, the sound wasn’t too loud but it wasn’t too soft either – a bit of a Goldilocks spot, as someone else put it. The view was great and ...the lounge chairs he and Anisha had, were really comfortable. Then there was the food! A craft beer in one hand and plate of nibbles in the other, this was VIPing at its finest!Walking back to where their chairs were, Grant offered the plate to his wife – who took a couple of the hors d’oeuvres – before setting it down on the small table between their. The contents of the bookcase? She needed boxes for those books. The knickknacks and gewgaws? She could either get a binliner and chuck them in or invite one of the local charities over to come and see if they wanted any of them, which seemed the better idea… She sat down at her mother’s desk and methodically went through its contents. It was a little strange to be sitting there, going through her papers. They had always been strictly private. Her mother had kept the key to her desk in her. I caught mybalance and drew myself upright again. I confess tofeeling a little pride that my hands had stayed intheir position at the back of my head. Don’tworry…after I’m done writing this I’m going to have acigarette. I’ll punish myself when it comes time tostub it out. She chuckled a little, then grabbed me by my ponytail,used it to draw me back, pulling upwards so I had nochoice but to scramble to my feet. She then lifted meby the waist – holy shit, she. She willingly obliged, opening her mouth wider and taking half of my steel-hard cock inside. The whole time, she kept her eyes fixed on mine.I began to fuck her mouth slowly, curling my fingers in her long black hair and pushing my hips forward. With each thrust I groaned, and Denise along with me. She pushed her mouth forward as I fucked deeper towards the back of her throat. She took me deeper and deeper until I was pushing against the back of her throat. Denise cleared her throat and took a.