In Honor of MLK Part 2

The next part of the plan was to jet over to see Tom and Agnes.

They met us at the door.

"Happy, MLK!" Tom ejaculated.

"Happy MLK," we chorused back.

"Now you take good care of my Hilda," Mal said to Tom.

"And you of my Agnes!"

Tom wore a golf shirt and matching shorts. He lead me into the guest bedroom and lay me down upon the bed.

"I've been waiting for this all year!" He exclaimed as he ripped off his clothes, revealing an erection that one would, if one could, write home about.

"Very nice," I said, fondling his cock. I could barely get my hand around it, and as I drew my hand back the foreskin peeled back beautifully. This, I would have to suck.

And so I did.

"Hilda, oh Hilda!" He moaned.

"You're not going to come or anything, are you?"

"I'm close."

I stopped.

"Why did you stop?"

"Because we have to fuck."

"Right. Okay. Give me a minute." He appeared to be thinking very hard about dead puppies.

"Better?"

"Yes."

He tore off my clothes, opened my legs and began to lick my little blonde vaggie. "This is delicious," he said.

"Mmm. Feels very nice," I said. "You may fuck me now."

He disengaged his mouth and took his cock in hand, "You sure you're ready?"

"Mhumm," I murmured.

He pressed the tip to my opening and pushed.

And then again.

Finally it went in.

And we were fucking.

It was glorious.

Stay tuned for part three.

I remain,

Hilda Stinson