His fingers would roam to the very top of her thigh and then just before he would reach her pussy, he would work them back down to her calf. One of he... feet was now clearly resting in his lap. She curled her toes and brushed it along the outline of his cock, all the way down the shaft to his balls. I could see him trying to adjust himself to give her better access, and by now both of their heads were hung back over their chairs. I watched this unfold for a few minutes and noticed that my own. Et me first say that this is a real story, just as all of my other stories. Nothing is made up and nothing is exaggerated. Hope you enjoy it and please share your thoughts in the comments He worked on my balls for a while before concentrating on my ass again. He was sniffing, and then he was blowing air on it but wouldn’t touch it. I was driven crazy. I couldn’t help now, “please, please, please…” was all I could gasp. “Please what, son?” “Please kiss it.” “Kiss what?” “Please kiss my ass”. He started kissing my ass cheeks. It felt good but that’s not what I meant! “Tell you what, if you really want it, tell daddy to lick your man pussy…” I felt so humiliated but I knew I lost. Incredibly, I noticed, their tennis shoes were also all black."Library?" Dee asked."Yep." Cindy answered, still dragging James and me along.They shifted around us with Mindy matching Cindy stride for stride and the other three half leading us. Any vultures ahead of us saw the Punk girls and Cindy. By the time they saw me we had already passed them. Unbelievable, a lunch period without any requests!But I was wrong. Just as we got to the library doors Mindy stopped Cindy. "Reasonable request.