I do need to know his name for the file." the receptionist said.I remembered an old western movie I saw on TV as a child. A woman asked the hero what ...his dog's name was and he said "Dog."The woman in the movie said, "Yes, what's that Dog's name?"The hero said, "That is his name."What the hell I thought. "His name is Dog," I replied. When he came out Dog looked and smelled a lot better. He didn't look glad to see me. He just looked sad. I had a pretty good idea that Tommy was the only one in his. . tense and anxious still. A little beer might make you feel better," she suggested with a sincerity that Travis wanted to doubt but didn't."Alright," he agreed and waltzed into the kitchen to pull a cold Lite! out of the fridge. Not his favorite, but it was still his dad's house. He popped the tab and took a long draw of the bitter brew. As he tilted his head back to swallow his first beer in days, he suddenly felt the urge to spit it out, which he did, across the entirely of his mother's. After a few moments, during which she came twice, they switched positions.She started begging to be fucked.“Give it to me big boy,” she moaned to her young dark-haired stud, looking over at me, “Give my pussy what it needs.”He needed no further encouragement. He rose up and brought his cock in line with the entrance to her pussy. He gave gentle pushes at first, then a hard shove until he was all the way in. Meanwhile Blondie was feeding his hard cock to her mouth. She licked and sucked him with. Oh my God! What if she notices my cock against her leg! I pulled away from Jessica. "Well, thank you Jess. I appreciate what you said. I guess I better let you get to sleep. It has been a long day" "Ok, Sweetie. And don't forget what I said. Your place is here, with me," she said, wiping tears from her eyes. I made my way across the bedroom the best I could while trying to conceal the tent in the front of my shorts. As I eased out the door, I glanceed back at Jessica. One of the straps had.