I do not care what we do. After our showers, we snuggle on the couch. We share a blanket to help keep us warm. I slowly run my fingers over your shir..., teasing your breast. Your nipple tries to strain through the material. I start to tease it more and more, making it harder and harder. Your breathing quickens and deepens. Sliding my hand under your shirt, your rock hard nipple feels so good. You start to squirm and moan. You move to try and get a little more comfortable. Your legs start to. At that moment if all our relatives were standing right outside the vehicle it wouldn’t have stopped me. I unbuttoned my pants and yanked down the zipper before lifting my hips enough to push my pants past my hips and settling back into the seat. I looked at Jessica with raw hunger. She had a big smile on her face.The next thing I knew she had bobbed her head down and taken my head into her warm mouth. She swirled her tongue over the head then started to move down the shaft before pulling off. Everything changed for both of us when he lost his confidence thanks tosome bullies at the orphanage who chose to make me their target and causetrouble for their own sick amusement. It was a week before our graduationand as usual, I was wearing the Central High School unisex gym uniform ofeither a red or blue polo shirt and running shorts. With my pageboystyle, I could pass as a boy or flat chested girl. I had always beenamused that some teachers and students would in fun mistake me for agirl,. It tool five minutes to achieve full penetration and Meg was finally full of cock , fuller than she ever believed it was possible to be .Martin left his dick to soak for a full minute before he withdrew for another thrust. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” cried Meg as the air escaped and her clitoris was unleashed from its confines.A moment passed and Martin was again buried to the balls once again !“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkk me you fuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”.