“When was the last time you had some relief?” she asked, opening the snap at the top of my fly and unzipping me. I was speechless to stop her and could only watch as she knowingly took hold of my penis and let it pulse and throb in the palm of her hand. She had a good grip around my muscle and pulled up and down, squeezing blood into the head and making it swell and purple. A dewy drop of pre-cum emerged from the tip and she bent her head to lick it, making a smacking sound with her mouth while tasting it against her palate. Ronnie looked up at me and, seeing my approval, proceeded to jerk and play with my rod; I placed my hand on hers and gave her a little coaching now and then. My balls were giving me little tingles and twinges, I had to stretch my legs out and felt my toes beginning to point straight out with the impending orgasm building up within me. Ronnie dipped her head now and then to scoop up stray droplets of my jizz seeping out. Her pouty lips would embrace the tip of. "You have nothing to worry about. I won't let anything happen to Neeka."While Mrs. Morgan was wondering how I could guarantee her daughter's safety, I noticed that Mrs. Reynolds had finished making sure that her boys were undamaged and was looking around the room. I saw her smile when she saw that the stacks of towels she had left us had been used. I made a mental not to thank her for that bit of thoughtfulness. I saw her bend over and pick something up from under the table at the far end of the couch. I hoped it wasn't a stray slice of pizza or empty drink cup. We had tried to be neat about taking food into the plushly carpeted room. My heart jumped into my throat when I saw that it was the garden shears with a piece of the cotton clothesline still stuck in the jaws.Mrs. Reynolds looked at the shears for a second. Then she opened them and pulled the bit of rope out. She carried them over to the drawer where they had been for the last couple of weeks since she had brought them into.
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