Their kisses were even more intense and somehow reflected the building tension between them. His hands were massaging her, his palms rolling over her ...ipples, stopping occasionally to pinch them, taking her breath away. He was so hard he felt like his jeans would not be able to contain him. She felt it too. She moved her hands to the front of his jeans and this time it was his zipper that fell. She held the top of his pants open with one hand and slowly lowered the other, running her palm. My tongue comes down to lick around the tip, poking at the eye, flickering across it. Down your length to your balls, tracing the outline of them through the sack. I think to myself, ‘how could he sleep through this. He must be playing possum.’ But I am enjoying it so much, I continue. I lick my way back up your rigid cock, sucking in the tip and slowly down your length. My hands caressing your balls. I start to suck harder and faster as I get more excited myself. I feel your balls. ?I’ll just drive us back to my house. It’ll be okay.???Until we crash on the side of the road when you fall asleep at the wheel. I don’t think so, Jamie. Trust me, I’ll be fine.? As to illustrate her point, Laura collected her hair into a ponytail, and tucked it under the collar of her shirt. ?There. Now I look like a boy, right??Jamie studied her for a moment, biting her lip. She was either trying not to giggle, or trying to convince herself that Laura did, indeed, look like a boy. ?All the. I would like to point out that Jean was madly in love with his girlfriend. I accepted without thinking. Also, Ray never wanted to come too these company functions, as I said above. He did not like my going, but he had to accept that I needed to show to at least some of them. Only later in the day did I remember that it was Ray’s birthday and I found out that we were only allowed to be accompanied by one guest. I should have told Jean that I could not make it. Instead of that, I got it through.