I have brought you something more suitable."She threw his shirt in the corner and replaced it with a white tunic and sash. Without being asked, she he...ped him slip it on, letting her hands fondle and caress him in the process. Picard saw the wisdom in this maneuver and made no attempt to argue with her. He was a little surprised at the way she touched him, but she had given him good advice and he attributed her actions to cultural differences. He still did not know where he was or who this. " Saying that my mother ran her tongue up the underside of my prick, swirled her tongue around the head finishing by engulfing almost all of my cock. Only an inch or so didn't fit in her mouth and soon I felt her throat open up letting my hairy balls bump her chin. She never let up, changing her technique from time to time.I don't know how long that BJ lasted but I know she brought me to the edge several times before I demanded. "I need to cum woman. Make my prick shoot. Now!" I had never felt. If anybody gives me any crap about not having to study I tell them I have a pornographic memory. It usually shuts them up. Of course, if it was a girl giving me crap, I used to mumble and turn away. I wonder what would happen if I used that memory line on one of them now. I realized I could probably talk to a girl in school without much of a problem.I got pulled out of my daydreams twice by Mr. Hanson, my History teacher. He made some smart ass comment that I must be in love that got a few. You’re friends with Abby, she’s friends with Morgan. It’s like the six degrees of Kevin Bacon.”“She was on another date with Martin. She fucked him after the first one, though she apologized to me and said she’d never do it again. At least our relationship lasted longer than I could ever have hoped.”“Dude, you look like a puppy that was yelled at for taking a shit on the rug. Until Abby tells you otherwise, you’re still her boyfriend and I haven’t heard anything from her about that. Now, don’t.