Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, ...hey know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. Luckily the car is large with plenty of room, Jaq was excited and keen to get some fun underway. I soon had her panties off and her tits on show, my cock was as hard as ever and Jaq was giving it some oral attention.It was not long before we heard footsteps on the gravel surface of the car park. We would sometimes let others join in but not today due to the Covid situation. Two guys arrived and stood beside the car, I told them that they were welcome to watch if they wanted. Jaq was very. Then he pulled out slowly, so slowly, i felt every inch coming upfrom my throat, and the big ridge of his head pop out of the back of mythroat...so much spit and wetness... He pulled completely out of mythroat and stroked my hair gently. I tried to hold it in, the tears Imean. But i couldn't. I started to weep in gratitude and submission,shaking as i soaked the blindfold with tears...he did it, Daddy finallydid it, he broke my resistance, he turned my throat out the way i'vedreamed of, it was. She took his hands in hers and held them tenderly. Then her gaze dropped to his midsection.She’d always thought of him as Uncle Brad, the older man who was more like a father figure to her than her own father was. Now she found herself staring at the bulge in his pants and wishing fervently that she could see it. She bit her lip and felt her mouth go dry.Brad looked at her and watched as she became fixated on his lap. He knew his hard-on was beyond big right now. It was throbbing and pushing.Read More
