Laura was a very pretty girl. She had long blond hair down to the bottom of her shoulder blades that waved around just right. She had a slightly potat...-ish nose but it worked well and wasn’t noticed much because most people would be distracted by her deep sea green eyes. She was thought of as kind of a tease and he knew it but that just made him want her more. After months of giving her suckers he finally didn’t give her one for the next few days since she was being bitchy and entitled about. Suddenly he finds himself standing somewhere else in the room. He looks around but everything is out of focus like he's in a heavy fog. He feels lost and alone... confused. He can see vague human shapes moving quickly around him but can't make out who they are and they don't pay any attention to his cries for help. His confusion mounts as he moves about the room and tries in desperation to focus his eyes. He feels about with his arms and hands for something familiar until, to his great relief,. Go." Sherry leapt hungrily to the task, and stripped him as well, but much more respectfully. She started with his shirt and worked down, so she was kneeling in front of him in a most convenient position as she pulled down his underwear.She started to kiss his tool but he jammed his dick to the back of her throat. She coughed theatrically. (Not sincerely, though; Sherry had total control of her gag reflex.) Then she began sucking and licking, moving her mouth up and down his shaft, letting out. My tongue moved back and forth, finding his second tickle spot between his balls and anus. I got an immediate response; I tickled him in the right place. Carl moved his leg again to allow me better access. Carl said in a lower voice, "Roger, you have a fantastic mouth and tongue. You are darned talented with what you are doing." Carl's body was no longer tense; I could feel he was at ease, and his words were encouraging. I do not know why I had this want to please him. I told him, "I can taste.