He rubbed it across my lips again and pushed forward. "Suck that fucking cock. . .deeper, open your mouth and take it deeper. . .yeah, that's it. . .u...e your tongue more and play with my balls". Fuck, hearing him talk to me like that had me ready to cum again. The first stream of cum hit the back of my throat so hard it shocked me and I had no other option but to swallow (a first) as he continued to shove his cock in and out of my mouth. Then the 2nd, 3rd. . .I lost count how many times he shot. She flushed, smiled and then nodded in silent confirmation at my unasked question. Jean'd once admitted that she was pleased that I always checked her out. I thrived on small encouragements like that.Just a bit later, a young girl in a micro skirt dropped something in front of us and as she bent over at the waist, I saw a flash of red. Jean nudged me and smiled. Red panties. Were they thongs I wondered? And why red? Had her boyfriend instructed her in how to dress when she met him at the. I was wishing he would agree, so then i would be able to lay in my bed, looking at the pictures while i masturbated.Tony made me promise that i return the magazine the next day, so as his brother doesn't notice them missing, then i would be allowed to take one home. I would promise anything so as to be able to take the magazine home.I quickly left Tony's place with one of the magazines rolled up under my arm and rushed home and straight to my bedroom.I remember playing with my cock for most of. There had originally been the conundrum of our height difference, but after some difficulty, that was solved. I couldn’t bend over, so he could mount me from behind; I was too short. It was too slippery and the shower too short as well for Jason to lift me and press me against the wall and make love to me like that. Eventually we found that if I put one foot up on the edge of the shower and braced myself a little on the wall, and Jason bent at his knees behind me, beneath my hips, and thrust up.