So Big Tits you wrote a book or two; I was raised by a indian journalist and could write a dozen of them each month, if that's what I wanted to do." She pointed her finger at his face, "Don't make the mistake of pissing me off, Don, I can ruin you. I want a signed copy of that damn book." Don lowered his voice to keep the other guests from hearing, "YOU can buy a copy for the retail price of thirty dollars, Marge. You just made the mistake of pissing ME off, lady. Or... I could let you have a copy for a good blow job." Marge's eyes popped open wide and her mouth dropped open. "Oh, yeah, Marge; your big mouth is just the right size to suck my cock. How about after the class dinner tomorrow night? My motorhome is parked at the fairgrounds... figure out a way to tell Press you'll be gone all night." Another old friend, Ken, saw the angry woman's attempted swing at Don's face and started to intervene. It was obvious that Marge's effort was avoided, so he sat back in his lawn chair when the angry woman stomped away. "What was that all about, Don?" I kept my tongue busy, but the emotional toll still went over me. Too much of a good thing could be bad, but there was no way either of us wanted to stop. I could have used spit, but that idea seemed to be disgusting in execution. She gave in “Shit. Dora always love being praised. I could hear the lapping and sucking on Sasha’s very wet pussy. Duke’s cock was, I thought, pretty fucking ugly. Dad had gone to sleep early, he seemed sick or something. "I think I'm just going to have my slave expose a little more of its Big Tits body each day for the rest of the week. What’s wrong, Finn? Desire, rage, jealousy, and most of all, power. You look sick." The huge stallion paused once more, gathering his stamina. “Dad!” I shouted. The musky aroma made me suck hard enough to pull the other nut in. They both clogged the opening of my throat, so I tilted my head indian back and sucked even harder. I drove quickly down the street, mindful that my neighbors might be out on such a nice day. In my mind, I had the fantasy of them cumming together. Maybe someone from there is disobeying orders,” Patty said, typing in the background. “Hi boys.” I said. Fuck what I wouldn’t do to make her mine. “Thank you. I would not wish to lose the records of your courtship; they are an art in themselves.” I look forward to reading your comments (good or bad) as I am always trying to enhance my writing for as many as possible to enjoy. I’ve had a pretty miserable week.” Cassie sensed his hesitation and said, "I have a feeling there is more to it than you telling me."