He put his hands on my head and guided my mouth to the top of his cock. Then he gently pushed me down. I took his entire cock in my mouth. He was n...ot too large, and I easily took him to his balls. I started to suck his cock and work my tongue on it as much as I could. I felt him pull me up a bit, then push me down in a fucking motion. I complied, mouth fucking his cock gently but completely. He wasn't going to last long. He leaned back in his chair and fucked up into me. I grabbed his. "I'm not feeling so good today, Becks."He hadn't called her "Becks" in years. Probably the last time had been while they were still dating before he had even proposed. When everything was shiny and new, every day a discovery. Hearing it made Rebecca smile."I'll go put on a can of chicken soup. Won't take long, we'll get you feeling better in no time," Rebecca replied gently, helping Steven take a seat in the living room. She turned to walk toward the kitchen.Marin, thankfully, stayed dormant. I felt my pounding pulse in my chest and my head, and moved cautiously because of my nerves. Mrs. Olsen gradually came again into view. She had to be in her late forties or maybe fifty. She was a petite lady, with short, blond hair, very nice to us, and I was friends with her boys. I nervously looked at her chest. She had wide, long breasts that covered her entire rib cage and spilled to the sides due to their weight. There were large pepperoni areolas right in the middle of each, crowned by. Emma smiles some realizing that Karen and Julie have done this for them, wondering how much they possibly heard?As they sit on the couch, Donald tells her, “First, Emma, you have earned your last two pearls. The one for your performance at the club last night, and your thirty-eighth and final one I was just going to give you as I could not bear to think about anyone else being with you.” For the last time, he completes their ritual of bestowing the final pearls to her. They both stare into.