Based on "the greedy the people" by e.e. cummingsthe angry the girls(as he as can try)they shriek and they bitchand they d...e for a wishthough flowers in the meadowssay Peacethe lovely the boys(as soft as can she)they pose and they primpand they weep for untilthough the dress in the closetsays Nowthe lonely the voices(as apart as can dark)they wish and they waitthrough chill steady rainthough the willows in bittersweetsay Jointhe brash the women(as big as can. She walked into my office and pulled my shirt off my lap and said, "mmmm, it is so big. Did you cum yet?" Still tongue tied, I just sat there and she knelt down and said "let me help you". My now limp cock began to cum back to life. As it grew, she said, "See, I can make it get bigger". With those words, she took me into her mouth and began to suck me, running her tongue around the head and massaged my balls with one hand. Groaning, I said "I don't think this a good idea". She looked up at. I had already cautioned the children against speaking to outsiders about the wonders of our home. I think they understood.Two days later several wagons full of men and woman arrived. The woman had already made food for the crew, and the men arrived with tools, extra nails, and a willingness to work. The barn should be up by the early evening or earlier. I had paid for more than enough men to show, thats for sure. The woman were from a church club, and I had donated to it, plus paid for the. She turned and seen her father still standing there, looking at her. "Dad." She said with a short breath. The crazy idea entered both their minds and made them act the same time. Her hands was on his chest while her lips was on her father's. The passion and desire flared but flaming erotic desire ignited. Her father's hands was now on her ass, squeezing it while his front slowly rubbed against her. She felt that bulge getting bigger and harder. She knew that her hands shouldn't be on his chest.Read More
FRIDAY 8:45 A. M. CST Suite 2122, 77 W. Jackson, Chicago, ILIt's name was Pandemonium and it's domain was anywhere The State Department could reach. T...e President was coming and the bureaucracy was going nuts trying to cross every "T" along with dotting every "I". His itinerary was pored over endlessly by group after group and as is usually the case in too many cooks, the soup was looking mighty sad.Finally the head of mission had reached the breaking point. After notifying everyone on staff. He stroked my cock and caressed my arse, his fingers working towards my hole. It was at this point my bottle went and I told him I had changed my mind, but every cloud has a silver lining because although he was not happy he said “ok, but you can do something else for me then", “sure, what do you want me to do” I said, “well if i can't fuck you, you can at least suck me off” he replied. This was another first for me and definitely something I wanted to do, I simply nodded and moved between his.More