It's become a bit of a competition between us. Sportsmanship, if youwill. Who can give the best head. Whoever gives in and lets the othercum, ultimate...ly loses the game. But at that point, in the heady post-climatic haze, the defeat is definitely softened.I take the whole of the shaft down my throat, my gag reflex softened now,but still triggered when it comes to swallowing a monster of thisproportion. I gulp as my eyes water and redden. The camera recording,spurring me on. Massacre runs and. Mr. Ryan, former President of the US and his wife. J. Thompson from England. Egan O'Reilly and his family from Ireland. Eilidh Carroll from Boston. Blaine Jackson and his wife Selena, also from Boston."They have all visited us several times. Blaine and Selena's son and daughter have joined us."This may not affect any of you, but our calendar is a little different to Earths. Our day, or clock cycle, is exactly 24 hours long. We generally reserve using the word 'day' to when we are referring to. "To Lieutenant Janice Rand." To Lieutenant Commander Nyota Uhura," Janice counter toasted. "Without who's help and encouragement I'd never have won officer's bars." You'd have made it on your own, Janice." Uhura said after drinking the toast. "All I did was give you a little push now and then." Well either way, I'm very grateful for those pushes." Rand answered as she placed her glass on the table and picked up the small package she had brought. "This is for you."Uhura held the package in her. “You’re not supposed to ... I’m not supposed to do this. But can’t help it! I want to! I want to feel your cock, see it hard, play with it!”Jerry stood with his cock in her hand, grinning happily. “I don’t mind, Mom.”Debra pulled at her son’s cock, stretching it, feeling his cock-shaft stiffen.“Damn you!” she hissed.She feverishly jerked at his pants, dragging them to his knees. He stood with his cock and balls showing, looking very erotic to her with his pants down that way. She clutched at.