There is still something left inside. Let the whole thing come out. Then you will be totally OK” she said looking at my cock rising under the sheet....��That may be because as you said, I tried to cure myself mom”, I said, “maybe I should have asked someone else to do it. Can you do it once for me?” I asked emboldened now.She took aside the bed sheet and looked at my fully hard cock. “You know what? There is a problem. We women cannot cure this kind of problem with our hands like you do.”I was. I then lifted my face slightly and began deep tonguing her ass… pushing into her roughly… hoping to push her forward onto his cock even more…… After a few moments of tonguing C’s ass I stood and was about to slide my big cock deep into her tight ass (something that she loves more than any girl I’ve ever known) When she stood up and stopped us saying “maybe we’d better head home and continue this there” “that sounds like a great idea” Chris replied… we straightened ourselves up and headed home. I get close behind her and we smile at each other, and you feel my hand on your ass. You are shocked, but you cannot say a word, but look at me, puzzlement, desire, all show in your eyesMy hand presses into your ass, out of view of the crowd. You lick your lips as my fingers got lower, between your legs and rub your pussy through your clothing. Your mind is racing. A stranger fondling you, yet feels so good. Your pussy is getting moist with my hand rubbing it, your breath quickens a bit, and. “What would you like? Hi-C, pink lemonade, a glass of root beer with a scoop of ice cream?” “You’re an asshole,” she said in a matter of fact tone. I sat down across from her. “Well, you are a bit young for rum or beer.” “Jack,” she sighed. “Why are you doing this? You know we’d be great together.” She was right, I knew. I had never laughed with anyone the way I did with her and no one had ever listened to me the way she did. We had met at a drawing class at the community college. She was.