He just wanted to be undressed, and have a cigar. I got back at around 9pm. Blowjob sex A few donuts, and he’d made a fresh pot of drip coffee— It seemed he’d been waiting for me to get up. Getting him into bed, propped up on his pillows, smoking a cigar was all he wanted… he wasn’t hungry nor thirsty. as we headed to Wilmington Delaware. Then, I stood outside, waiting for the cattle to come down the shoot, so I could cut off the prize bull from the rest of the herd. He popped his head around the corner from the Living room, where he always seemed to be. — I thought — but I didn’t really care at this point —He was my Fuck God, and I was here for him, and nothing else mattered].. it hurt, but no pain would be too much to please him.
