" He comes a lot, doesn't he?" I heard Becky ask.I tried to talk but all I could do was clear my throat, over and over, until finally, I was able to c...tch my breath and speak."I've never, in a million fantasies, imagined I'd be at the mouth of a river of cum. Sweet, Mary, mother of god, that was the most intense thing I've ever experienced sexually."I looked into the camera so Becky could see my fuck ravaged face. "Jesus," I heard her exclaim. "I wish I was there so I could lick your face. The twelve drawers had been carved withscroll-work that matched the bed, and the oval-shaped mirror abovelooked so delicate, he was afraid to touch it. The tiny forest ofcosmetics on top, though, intrigued him. There were, of course, tubes oflipstick, blush, eyeshadow, and mascara, but it was the unfamiliarobjects that interested him. "Now this . . . this is really weird." Picking things at random, heonly had to touch the different cosmetics, and instantly knew theirpurpose. He still had no. Kathy was worried about him.During the morning history class, which they shared, Billy didn't take part in the class discussion. He merely sat at his desk, staring straight ahead, and Kathy knew he was brooding about what he had done with her and Aunt Maude.As soon as her last class was over, Kathy hurried to the corner of the campus where she ordinarily met Billy for their walk home together. The only person standing where she usually met Billy was a close friend of his. Kathy smiled at the. But would it just think I'm just taking things too fast? I take the risk, then start stroking his stomach, clothes on for now. Grazing my fingers on the outline of his carved abs. Forcing my whole palm on it, I slowly stick my hand in his pants. This surely got his attention quickly, for his eyes seemed to beam open and jumped a little. His stare glaring down on me as his face posed as a 'What are you doing' kind. I pulled away a little, my hand sitting on his small happy trail. "I don't you.