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The Preacher Had a Boner

enter site “Hey, Mom! Did you notice on the movie, The Little Mermaid, that the preacher officiating at the wedding of Ariel and the Prince had a boner?”

http://cinziamazzamakeup.com/?x=levitra-contrassegno-italia I just looked at Little TommyKat with a look that was a cross between surprise and disgust.

free levitra forums where can purchase “No, I didn’t notice, and now I won’t be able to help but notice. You just ruined that movie for me. And I don’t want to hear about animated boners.  Tell your father.”

http://cinziamazzamakeup.com/?x=quanto-costa-Viagra-generico-200-mg-online-a-Napoli Something happens when you spend enough time around boys.  Eventually, they forget that you’re not one of them and they start to talk to you like you are. Sometimes, it’s amusing.  Other times, it makes you fear for the future of the country.

canadian real viagra online Anyway, so Little TommyKat mentions the Preacher’s boner in Little Mermaid, so my brain automatically starts to picture it and tries to remember.  That’s when I realized that the image that came to mind wasn’t the Preacher’s boner.  It was T’s, from the last time I was with him. Specifically, the image was of it just before I took it into my mouth after he had arranged us into a 69 position.  He was on top and tilted his hips in such a way that once it was in my mouth, I couldn’t take it out. It was one of those blow jobs with almost no lip or hand involvement; it was all tongue, soft palate, and throat. My favorite kind.

follow site But just before I took it into my mouth, I remember how perfect it looked.  Nice and hard, throbbing a bit. I wanted it. Badly.

click I’ve told you before that I’m not a big fan of 69 because I can’t stay focused on my end of the deal when something so nice is going on at the other end.  It’s an ADHD thing. This was different, though.  Because I couldn’t take it out of my mouth, it was easier, and I learned that the closer I came to coming, the harder and deeper I suckled his cock.  He made me come a couple of times that way.  Just thinking about it today made me damp and I started wondering where T was right at that moment.

I looked up from my book and Little TommyKat was just staring at me, smiling.  Apparently, only a second or two had passed.  Then he said, “I know, I know. You only care about Dad’s boner, right?”

I closed my book and said, “Of course. Now no more boner talk. It’s time for lunch.”

2 comments

  1. lust for love

    Mummy is a good girl who is focused and doesn’t care about other boners!

  2. Mick Collins

    It is funny how one comment can lead your mind in a very naughty direction.

    Mick

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