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The following morning I came downstairs to grab a cup of coffee and some toast prior to heading out and meeting up with the guys I worked with. As usual, my Aunt was already up having a cup herself and reading the paper out on the deck. Jill was nowhere to be seen, but it was early yet, and she was no doubt still in bed."Morning Aunt Jack," which is what I had always affectionately called her, leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the forehead as I also always usually did."Good morning Brian," she answered back lowering her eyeglasses as she peered over the tops of them towards me. "Anything interesting happen last night?" she asked inquisitively now staring at me.I almost drowned on that first sip of coffee I had just barely poured into my mouth. "What?" I managed to say sitting down before I fell down into my seat. "What do you mean?" Jill," she said simply. "I barely caught her this morning before she was out the door for a run." Ah oh," I thought to myself. Though Jill had. He rubbed them together for a few seconds when he said “You like this.. Get down and suck some more” . I was back on my hands and knees. This time he undid his pants and pulled his balls out.. He pushed my head down and said “Suck’em” I took his balls, one at a time and put them into my mouth.. rolling them around with my tongue. I went back up to his shaft and put the head into my mouth and started sucking hard. I reached around and grabbed his ass as he pulled my head back and forth on his cock. He pushed my head up to his balls as tha huge cock went deeper into my throat than I thought possible. This continued for a few minutes until I started to taste a salty fluid. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, pulled his pants up and moved on.By this time Iam craving the taste of cock. I want to suck on another one badly. Just aas I sat back down on the bench, he reappeared. With out saying a word, I hungrily got down on my knees and opened my mouth. His cock was in my mouth in a.
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