I wasn’t sure what to do when I got back there, but Cindy soon took care of that. “Want to make out, Jimmy?” she asked. I was caught a littl... off guard, as she was 19 and I was only 16; she was in college and I was still in high school; she was so beautiful and I didn’t consider myself that good looking. So, I was kind of looking up to her as that distant, untouchable, attractive, college girl that high school boys only dream about. “Sure.” I replied. She was in the corner of the back seat. Plywood covered nearly healed scars or bandaged self-inflicted wounds as the community constantly sought to improve itself. I stopped the car and got out, the frost immediately lancing in through my coat, hastily I zipped the front to the top before jamming my hands deep into the pockets. Even the muted mumble of distant city, made up of tiny distant sounds, was stilled, far away a train rattled it’s coaches to a siding, the slither of the catenary wires a zing before that too was unnaturally. He’d smacked her ass as she’d sucked him, making her flesh sting and her panties wetter with every swat. Nobody got to her like he did. In those moments, their relationship felt full, complete, they were in sync and understood everything about each other. It was the most beautiful way of being alive. But now? It was the worst. She wanted to hate him but couldn’t begin to. She’d tried before, but always wound up caving. Ten to eight. She looked out of the window again. He wasn’t coming. She knew. “Now she can lick my cunt juice off your cock, which will be an extra treat for her!” That was the last straw for me, and as Miss Lem knelt again and put the head of my cock back into the little girl’s mouth, my increasing moans signaled the start of my long delayed orgasm. “He’s starting to cum, Jasmine - watch him cum, darling!” - exclaimed the excited Madam, as she pulled the head of my cock just out of the girl’s mouth, and I shot my initial blast of semen partly into her still open lips.