I stared down at the top of her head, noticing without curiousity the dark roots creeping out of her scalp, the lie detector in her otherwise light ha...ir.Melissa was out of town with Granny, on another of her 'lust' weekends. Much sperm had built up inside me; I had rarely bothered in the past to relieve myself with my hand, although that was due to change. As a result, my explosion was quick in coming, and my seed blasted into her mouth. I could see her trying to swallow, but some of my cum. Bills, a magazine, a letter for Denny that smelled from perfume. Dammit, she thought, and was tempted to throw it away when suddenly she looked down at the address on the next letter.Denny Reed and Cally Rogers!What on earth?It was in an envelope of good quality paper like a wedding invitation- and engraved in a fine black script. Her fingers tore excitedly at the envelope as she walked back to the house.It was an invitation to a party at a Beverly Hills address.She broke into a run and headed. He thrusts his thick grubby hand into her groin, once again he laughs out loud and says” there’s some fight left in this bitch yet, don’t waste your energy clamping your thighs together slut, it’s fucking happening…besides what are you trying to hide in there?” He steps away leaving her to fight for balance & breath.He picks up a horse crop that’s resting in front of me on the table & swishes it aggressively through the air in front of her. Then with a loud crack he leaves a solid red stripe. When I extend to my full length you tighten your lips around it and go up and down. One of your hands grabs the shaft while the other plays with my balls. I'm forced to rearrange myself so that I am on my back. You throw back the covers to expose your blowjob to my eyes. A wave of excitement washes over me at the sight. I prop myself up on two pillows for comfort, as I can see where this is going. You move right along with me, never dropping a stroke. I close my eyes and let the pleasure.