In seconds I was being sucked into a warm, wiggling cavern. I knew from our kiss she had a mobile and agile tongue. Here it was again.I blush to admit...I lasted about a minute before going off. She never faltered, slurping the semen I’d been saving all week. I apologized and tried to pull away, but she held on, shaking her head slightly to indicate that she didn’t mind. She sucked and teased and sucked and stroked until I was once again standing ready.Pop. “Oh, what a nice cock. And so. So we began as we usually do, some heavy kissing as we undressed each other, Mike took up a position in the chair in their bedroom. As I went down to lick her watering pussy, I could hear her telling him how good it felt and that just got me going more and more! I couldn't wait any longer I had to be inside her! I kissed my way up pausing briefly at her breasts to nibble the nipple (she loves that) as I slid my throbbing cock into her dripping wet pussy! It was already quivering with an orgasm. The two sat and stared at each other for a time. Kriss broke the silence. ‘What are you looking at?’ Kriss was confused. ‘You.’ There was only wonder on the new boy’s face. ‘If my uncle sees you…’ Kriss warned him. ‘He’ll what? Is it your uncle you’re afraid of or is it me?’ Kriss didn’t speak. ‘Is Kris short for Kristopher?’ Kriss began to raise his book again and the new boy pulled back to the table. ‘It’s called conversation.’ The new boy laughed. Kriss remained silent. ‘How long will you. Call me Bridget. You make me feel old.”She was, of course, old -- nearly twice his age. But he had been raised too polite to say so. And dancing with a woman named‘Bridget’ was one hell of a lot better than dancing with one named ‘Mrs. Powell.’ He figured he was lucky to get one dance; there were more than twice as many men there as women. When the music ended, however, she spoke.“Want the next dance, too?” This cowboy interested Bridget. He was socially awkward, but she was looking for that..