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Pass Around Joy -3. Meanwhile

All this while the Nanny was waiting.

Beverly's mouth was confusing. I was lost in her. As I watched my shaft disappeared into her moist lips and where I would usually hit the back of a throat or get a bit of a gag out of a girl, all I felt was the sweet soft moist continuation. I watched the back of Bev’s head closely half expecting her long hair to form a tent, yet still she swallowed up to my balls with nary a gag with nothing but the sensation of soft tongue, cheek, hard palate or teeth to distract. I was agog.

Beverly slowly pulled her head up maintaining sweet succulent suction that nearly pulled my balls through the business end of my cock. When she reached the top our eyes met. With my pole shimmering from her spittle she gave me a delicious wink full of wanton promise and pride.
Her hands slipped under my ass, taking cheeks firmly in her hands, and guided me as I bucked into her mouth with abandon.

I lost track of time as well as the back seat follies until it happened.

The car dome light flashed blindingly freezing a flashbulb moment in time. Reno getting out of the car mumbling about shaking hands with the governor, Beverly’s eyes looking up at me watering, with only the tip of my dick still enveloped in her warm slushy heaven. Joy leaning over the back seat getting a full blown gander at my length and girth.

Beverly knew that Joys sights had been re-calibrated just as I came with such force that Beverly's cheeks puffed out then burst forth covering the entire front seat, steering wheel, and dashboard of the 1966 Pontiac Bonneville with my prodigious twenty year old special delivery splooge.

In the days prior to cell phones when you were out and about you were indeed out and about.

Rehearsal ending time was always TBD so I had wiggle room with the pick up time for my steady girl from her nanny job.

Wiggle would be the watchword for tonight's late arrival. I was late. When I saw the Nanny walking with her client to his car I could tell by the look on her face I would not be wiggling, but doing some serious squirming all the way home. I had not yet realized that the reason Nanny changed direction and headed to my car was the loss of plausible deniability after my arrival with her clients wife looking out the front room window taking in the scene.
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  1. AnonymousNovember 3, 2016 at 1:20 PM

    You certainly can turn a phrase like no other! "Beverly knew that Joys sights had been re-calibrated just as I came with such force that Beverly's cheeks puffed out then burst forth covering the entire front seat, steering wheel, and dashboard of the 1966 Pontiac Bonneville with my prodigious twenty year old special delivery splooge." Incredibly put!

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    1. Smu DoodleNovember 3, 2016 at 1:49 PM

      Is it where you put things or how you put things. One of life's many dilemmas. Thanks for reading.:-)

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