I never wanted this moment to end. I was completely at his mercy and wanted him to know that. No more cat and mouse games. This was a very hot moment ...and I just went with it. Sometimes, Jerry would stopping pumping his dick in and out of my mouth so I could catch my breath. I took advantage of it each time he did so. I'd look up and tell him that I loved the way he fucked my face. I remember Jerry bracing himself with one hand on his headboard and with his other hand, he squeezed firmly against. I figured that it would be best just to rent a hotel room for a few days. I then did what I came here to do. I went back to where I used to live. I stayed across the street in my car and waited. I was not sure whether or not they would recognize me, sure it had only been two years, but I had changed quite a bit in that time. I was sure he had as well. Though being as he was about to be twenty, it was possible that he no longer lived there with his parents. It was still something I needed to. Not too bright. Good, if this was a hangover then he didn't want bright lights. It didn't feel like a hangover though, at least it didn't feel like his memories of hangovers past. Maybe hangovers felt different when you got older? It had been a long time since his last one.He looked at the walls. A cell! He was in a cell. Grey ceiling, grey walls, minimal furniture. No, not just a cell, a drunk tank. His bed was just a thin foam pad on the floor. No legs at all, so he couldn't injure himself. "She leaned down and strained to put her mouth to each nipple. A warm sensation swept over her as she forced her lips to graze first one and then the other."Come to us, Gwen. Come to us and love our beautiful bodies."Gwen released the breasts and walked toward them. She climbed up the foot of the bed and snuggled between them on her stomach, laying an arm across Bob's stomach and a hand on Sybil's shoulder."Kiss my cock," Bob said.Slithering down, Gwen reached for Bob's turgid cock and held the.