Tasting the precum..."Now, this went on for months and months ... and at the end of each of these "stories" we were role-playing, the "characters" wou...d erupt in mind-shattering orgasms which we would "role-play" to the hilt.Look - I know I was stroking my cock the whole time, and when my "character" would cum, I'd end up shooting a load so hard it would miss my chest and hit me squarely in the face. I'm not kidding! This is how I learned what my own cum tasted like, by accident and from the. I had turned thirty on September 1st and had gone to my father’s office right after school to sign the necessary paperwork to receive my inheritance—Grandfather’s trust fund. Of course, I expected trouble from him so I brought my own attorney, the one man who had bested my father in court many times—his arch enemy, Seymour Richmond. Beth and I had walked in holding hands and, not surprisingly, my father opened with a string of insults. “So, is this some bimbo you picked up on the beach? Or. .. or are you feeling better without all the wine?" That I am!"We mounted up and I took the lead from Blaster. I led the horses over the rise into the small vale we saw last night. It was empty. We had to lead our horses carefully through the trees, but even so, we made very good time, exiting the vale before lunchtime.The north end of the vale was a narrow defile, walls of fine stone reaching up high over our heads on either side. Blaster looked distinctly uncomfortable."Worried about. Becky didn’t know why I baulked every time at her insistence in singing “your” song, huh! Your bloody song! For many years I couldn’t tell her the truth about her favourite song, to challenge her understanding, against all the sworn evidence, that her favourite song was penned by me and dedicated to you when you were my bride. She may not sing like an angel, but Becky is one in every other respect; she saved my sanity, made my life worth living and continues to do so.Jack’s lawyers sent me.
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