It wasn't the claimed ten inches, more like eight, but it was really fat and still too big for me. It started slowly, but looking back, there were sig...ns that she was wildness caged. She'd grab my head and fuck it on her cock. Then she'd stop, letting my breathe, as she inspected my arse. She must of known, from looking and poking at my hole, that I was used to getting fucked. I dunno, maybe she just didn't give a fuck. And continue, lengthening the mouth-fucking moment, causing me to gag and. He was probably in his later thirties. He was six feet tall with thinning brown hair. Beth, on the other hand, was a slim woman with ample breast, and obviously still in her twenties. “Welcome to the party. I’m Steve and this is my wife Beth.” “Hi, I’m Jim and this is Pat.” My father said as he pulled out his wife’s chair. “Are you regulars here at the club?” Pat asked. “Yes, we built a cabin here a couple of years ago. We spend a lot of weekends here and plan to retire here when that time. The bitter fluid made her gag again. She was certain that she was about to throw up all over him.But as soon as his cock came free he reached down and grabbed both of her nipples and squeezed so hard that she forgot all about the mouthful of cum and how she had gotten it. Her back straightened out and she grabbed his wrists and held him, unable to pull his hands away.She looked up at him and he was smiling down at her cruelly. After a moment he said, "See, it was all in your mind. Now that you. For now, this is enough for me. I’m not going anywhere, so if you feel differently a year from now, we can talk about it again.”Everything she said was true. I liked, probably even loved Molly, but I didn’t think my destiny was with her. And how would I know what that destiny was if I was tied down so soon?By Thursday night, I was an old hand at running Pen’s saloon. Some of my little ideas, like free rounds for the gamblers, had started drawing us a bigger crowd. Chip sales were brisk right.