He put the paper down and actually watched me, and then he put his hand on my head and guided my effort. My mother could make it disappear, almost the whole thing, but me I struggled just to fit my lips around his fat, warm, smooth head. Blowjob sex It just seemed wrong. She looked out the window wistfully and continued, “I can still remember how the shag carpet felt on my knees, how his strong hand felt on the back of my head, and how smooth that big dick of his felt on my tongue.”
She could see the concern on my face and she brushed it off casually. But I got that much, and what I lacked in any technique I tried to make up for with enthusiasm. When it was done my father just kept reading the paper, my mother headed off to do some laundry, and my brothers and I were left just staring at each other in disbelief.
