A text from Brooke

It was about lunch time 4 hours before Dean heard from Brooke. She texted about something she couldn’t find in the house. Completely ignoring what has been on his mind all morning. Well it is supposed to be a secret, she is doing one hell of a job.

Dean returns home on the same schedule as always, eats dinner alone and heads up stairs to his bedroom where Brooke is awaiting him. This time she is on her knees, “I’ve been waiting big boy” Brooke says seductively. She crawls over to Dean and starts unbuttoning his pants. He shuts the door, “Doesn’t your jaw hurt?” Brooke looks at him, “No... why would it?” She’s such a great actor.

*slurp*

Dean closes his eyes and imagines what happened earlier today. He can’t help but notice she isn’t **** at all and is taking his full length easily, her nose bouncing off of him. Not even a minute passes and he explodes into her throat. Brooke smiles, gulps down his seed and says, “Thank you!” Brooke scurries to the bathroom to wash up. Dean strokes his dick trying to get it up for round 2. She passes him and notices him stroking his flaccid penis, “I’m sorry babe, not tonight, I’m exhausted” Brooke lays in the bed and passes out early.

Dean wonders down stairs, flips the TV on, Richard makes his way down, starts a conversation about something nerdy. But this time he stays longer, pleasantly watching TV with Dean. Brooke never comes down since she passed out. It’s as if he was waiting to see her. Dean packs it up and heads up, after he gets into his bedroom he can hear Richard running up. Richard seems to be more normal now, it’s working. Dean can’t help but shoot a load into the toilet thinking about the events from the last couple days.