I closed my eyes and fought every urge to tilt my head back as I felt the urge to cum. “Emma… I’m going to cum soon…” I admitted as she look...d up at me and grinned wickedly. “Fuck yeah Cole! Yeah baby! Come on! Cum for me!” Emma urged me on naughtily as her hand started to increase the rate of her jerking. The harness was shaking lightly due to our actions, to say I was concerned would be wrong. I was more than happy to get fired if it meant I could tell the story to my buddies about how I was. I know becauseshe'd begin to orgasm almost as soon as my tongue buried itself inher. Yet sometimes she took it for granted. Sometimes while I wassucking up to her, her attention seemed to drift elsewhere, as ifI were a plumber brought in to clear the kitchen drains. Despitemy spending most nights with my face buried in her pussy and coatedwith its secretions, I began to feel less intimate with her thanever. Less her partner, her companion, her lover. More as she'dwarned me, her douchebag. . “Well, let’s let you try it, out in the parking lot,” Jack said. After a pause, he added, “I figure you don’t have a helmet.”“My kids were telling me that I had to have a helmet and pads, but I don’t think I need them,” Dexter said with a frown.“You don’t need pads, but you do need a helmet. It’s the law,” Jack said.“It’s a stupid fucking law,” Dexter muttered.This was another case of the legal system passing laws to protect people from themselves. Maybe it was safer, but having laws dictate. A tiny swelling of breasts that are still little more than bumps topped by nipples are just emerging from a decade of hibernation. She has a slim figure and skinny legs, but her bottom is just beginning to fill out a little bit, making her ass cheeks at the point where they meet the backs of her upper thighs particularly mouth watering.With a mother who is a stripper by trade, modest clothing is not evident in our household even for a youngster. Lola is happy to run around the house in a thong.