She repeated this 5 or 6 times. Each time starting with my cock-tip resting in her tongue-cup, then disappearing into her hot mouth until it could go ...no more, the tongue making that “come here” motion under the shaft, then a constant suction as my cock re-emerged – bulging and twitching.Her fingers rolled into soft little cylinders and she started gripping and un-gripping my cock in a pulsating beat as her hand moved up and down the shaft. Her saliva was lubricating the motion while she moved. ”“Oh yes, only rounds 1 and 2, Caleb thought that I was too tired to do round 3. You know he wouldn’t even tell me what round 3 was but I’ve guessed that it was them fucking me.”“No Cora, round 3 isn’t fucking, round 3 is them trying to deep throat you. Has Caleb got his cock down your throat yet?”“Yes, we spent a few days about a month back getting me to loose my gag reflex.”“Did it work?”“Yes, I can take all of his cock now.”“Good, you’ll be okay with round 3 then. After that it’s round. This could only happen to her brother Peter!Charles stood up and faced the rest of the people there. In a shrill voice, he voiced his anger, “Would people quit interrupting the service? Please!”Rebecca said, “Sit down, Charles. I want to hear what people have to say about Peter.”Patricia looked over at Rebecca, incredulous that she would say such a thing. “This is not how a funeral is supposed to be.”“It’s Peter’s funeral and he would enjoy this if he was here. Now be quiet and let other people. "Who's got clients?" asked Greg Olshefsky. The team captain took a swig from a water bottle. "One of you guys moonlighting as a gigolo?" Karl blinked and came back to the locker room. Dom snorted. "Yeah. Make sure there's no OT tonight. Karl has a date." Greg laughed as he sat down to put on his skates. "What's she look like?" Greg asked. "Or is it a blind date?" "Must be," said Jim Lorton, Greg's linemate. "Otherwise she'd never agree." Karl glared and Lorton just laughed. "She's a knockout,.