.. and what that might mean for her and him. But at the moment, his cock was reminding him that he had just spanked a naked college-age girl. Pete tur...ned to the door and went downstairs. He walked into the living room and saw Lana sitting at the kitchen table studying and Linda sitting on the couch playing with her phone. He cleared his throat and said, "Linda, would you please come to my room?" Linda looked up from her phone at Pete and blinked. There was the briefest pause before she said,. “but you can not run from what haunts you. You have to allow yourself to grieve throughout your day not just at the cemetery. You can’t turn it on and off like a faucet.”“You know nothing.” I said in disgust and turned away. “but I do, Caroline,” he said and walked to one side of the crypt and lovingly stroked the nameplate of one of one of the graves.“This is my mother, she was murdered when I was eight.” He turned those incredible eyes back on me as he finished speaking. “I know a few things. To finish off the meal, his tongue would stick out 7 – 8 inches , and in a Whipping, swirling, twisting frenzy, he’d “tornado” his tongue around and around, inside the crater of the bowl, swirling and slurping- up every last bit of food and juices left in the bowl.So, as Ken grew up, his tongue got more and more muscular and it grew thicker and more agile and potent in it’s ability to Whiplash and Snake in and around bowls…and ,needless to say he was quite a hit with the ladies during. I asked her what about you. She giggled and asked where could we go. I took her to a place I shared with my friends for such an occasion. After two phone calls I knew the place was empty. The room was furnished with a bed a chair and a tv. I didn't give her a chance to back out as I pulled my dick out and mounted her face. i treated her with the same dis-respect I treated her mom. I rammed my cock down her throat with no mercy. She wasn't trained like her mother and was trying to control.