She kept her tongue pressed firmly to the underside of his dick, massaging it skillfully, swirling, as it moved in rhythm in and out. Her lips sucked ...hungrily with each passing, and she made sure to dip the tip of her tongue into his "eye" whenever she could manage it, for extra stimulation, holding the tip just barely at her mouth, her tongue dipping in for the taste of him. She inhaled deeply breathing in his heavenly manly masculine musk. He thought he'd died and gone to heaven, to see her. His paranoia grew with each unique snowflake.He knew he had enemies by default who would want him dead. He did not know whom to trust anymore. He could not even trust his own mother who had lied to him his entire life. A torrent of yesterdays flashed in his mind, especially the yesterdays of incarceration. He dismissed such thinking a while ago, blaming mental illness. Was it all true? Still no answer save a slight wind rattling the window, and the snow falling imperceptibly as though it shared. It seemed she was continuously cumming. My cock was soaked. The seat was soaked. Finally I slowed down as her orgasm subsided again. Stacy pushed me off of her and told me to lie back. “I want to suck that cock of yours. I want your cum.” Stacy sucked my cock like she was possessed. I was so soaked with her juices and cum but that did not slow her down a bit. I had never had head like this. Kelly would suck my cock but I don’t think she was anywhere near as experienced as Stacy was. The. Shellie prepared a light lunch, and they saton top of the cabin and ate. The sun deck was fenced, about a footand a half high. If they were lying down on the sun deck, they wouldbe out of sight of any one passing."I hope you don't become as crude as those assholes were," Shelliesaid to her son. "Girls don't like those things." I know, Mom," Jay replied. "But you sure enjoyed the attention." The attention, yes," she confessed. "I'm a woman, and women love tobe admired. I just can't stand.