I said, "Awe baby that was so sweet of you, I thought we would have to do the picnic another time due to the rain". He told me that when he mentioned ...the idea of having a picnic I got so excited that no matter what the weather held he was going to have a picnic for me.He led me to the blanket and asked if I was thirsty and that he had 3 different juices for me to select. I selected cranberry juice and he poured the cranberry juice into the wine glass while he had the orange juice. We both sat. "I hear you're going to St. Louis this weekend," she began."Yes, I'm going on Saturday morning and coming back Sunday afternoon," I answered, wondering if she was going to lecture me for letting Kelley lead me around by the nose. She wasn't."Do you have plans for next weekend? Are you going to be there?" I'll be here as far as I know. Why, have you heard something to the contrary?"Wanda didn't respond to my question for a few seconds. "I'm coming to see you," she said, simply and with no. She had divorced his Uncle Jack a few years ago and, yesterday afternoon, Mark had ended up with Ami, her twelve-year-old daughter Carita, and three more munchkins, ten-year-old Jack, Jr., Ron, a solid little fireplug of eight years who was named after his grandfather, and cute little Priscilla, only six.After the pickup, Jack had been allowed to play his last game of high school football, only because the Marines used the occasion to make a mass pickup of what he had been told ended up being. "I don't remember exactly when she stopped crying, but she did, and started to give me the best blow job of my life. I didn't have to force her or give her any more instructions and before I knew it, she had my cock all the way in and her cute little chin was hitting my balls on every down stroke. She began to suck feverishly, hell-bent on pleasing me with her mouth.I started to take more pics of her sucking my cock and having her smile as best she could for the camera. When I knew I was just.