She knew it was coming, and she prepared herself to not gag even though the taste had not been the greatest. Sluts didn’t gag, they just sucked. So ...he did, swearing to not complain as she felt him begin to shoot again, going from a rapid thrusting into her mouth to holding it deep inside, letting her convert to an eager sucking motion, trying to get it all in, and down her throat, before she could think about it too much. It was like she was milking him, sucking the milk from him, or cream she. I was wondering what was going through my head. Lacey just laid there. My fingers continued to run up and down her arm, when she shifted more towards her back. Her breast was now where her arm was. My fingers were resting on her stomach.”Don’t stop” Lacey insisted.I began to run my fingers up her stomach. I slowed as I was nearing her breast.”Keep going mom” Lacey insisted.I continued to move my fingers, as I reached the ramp to her breast. I slowly slid my fingers up, and reached the tip,. We pull into the parking lot next to the longest trailhead. You lean over and give me a small peck before we get out to retrieve our things. It's going to be a long heavy walk before we find a place to settle. And an even longer night after that, if I’m lucky!You place your pack on your back over your coat, your thick jeans and boots ready for the chilly walk. I slide my hand under the straps and pull them tight. Smirking up at you and your excited grin, I kiss those joyous lips. Nothing tastes. The next day I visited some of my girlfriends who threw around thetypical insults about how he was a chauvinistic pig and anasshole,although to me I still struggled to believe that this was thecase as he was not like this at all, one of them mentioned getting evenwith him and this lingered in my mind and seemed to me like a good courseof action I wanted to leave him with nothing, alone in the world andhumiliated like he had humiliated me, after more soul searching I figuredI could use the.