"Kyle couldn't talk and just nodded his head. When Jill leaned forward and licked the head of Bob's penis, he gasped.Jill heard the noise, glanced up ...and saw she and Bob had an audience. She saw the look on her husband's face and thought about how she must have looked when she saw him with his girlfriend. Jill didn't feel like she wanted revenge at the moment, but she did want to show Kyle she was as much of a woman as his mistress.Leaning closer, Jill opened her mouth and took Bob's glans. --------------------------------------------------I can't believe I just imagined my sister giving me a blow job. I could practically feel my sister's moist lips up against my dick as she slowly tasted every part of me and when her lips wrapped around me. I could feel her hot tongue up against me as she explored every part of my tip. When her tongue reached for my cum-hole I felt her spread it open and attempted to explore every taste of my precum.Damn. This is all Nadia's fault. She got me so. ”“Martyrdom?”“One is called, specifically, to that; one does not choose it. He’s right in his assessment that America is spiritually weak and mired in what he called ‘vulgar materialism’.”“Not you! Nor your family or most of the people in your church from what I can tell.”“I think Solzhenitsyn would approve. That said, I totally disagree with him on his views on music and the free press.”“He doesn’t like modern music?”“That’s an understatement if there ever was one!” I chuckled. “Even Deacon. The bartender came over and much to my amusement after inquiring what scotch was available they ended up ordering a couple of Johnnie Walker Blacks.They spoke in hushed tones and I did not pay much attention till the blonde pulled out a cigarette and searched through her purse for a light. Not finding one, she asked me if I would mind reaching over and giving her a pack of matches that was lying on the bar.I reached for the matches and striking one lit her cigarette. This was in the days when.