He then sucked my tits and squeezed my ass, then moved to my cock. I knew I would cum if he was half as good at giving a blow job as he was at sucking...my tits and stroking my cock. I warned him I don't want to cum yet. He stated he wants to swallow it. He took me deep in his mouth. After a few pumps into his throat I emptied my balls and he swallowed every drop.After we lay there but i was disappointed it was over so early. He got up and so did I to get dressed. He said no, we were not done and. . okay," Jacob said only half hearing.He grabbed his duffel bag. Since he was stuck here, he might as well see what came with him. He pulled out his cell phone, surf wax, suntan lotion, two water bottles, and several packets of cherry Kool-Aid drink mix. There wasn't anything useful with any of that. He searched the outside pockets of the bag and pulled out a forgotten lighter."Shit!" he grumbled. This was it? Whatever caused him to end up here couldn't have given him better things than this. I watched as after few minutes both women were responding to one another. I wondered, has my forcing them gave them an excuse to do something they have wanted to do, maybe not with each other, but to experiment with other women. So, I began asking that, asking if they liked the taste. "Jaimie, my sexy number #1 slut, do you like tasting your mommies wet pussy?" "You can pretend it is someone elses pussy if you like, my wife, girls from church, girls from your college, your best friend,. Boy were we wrong it was fall, and still nice out. The way my dad was I was raised to wear only dresses and skirts (no pants or short were ever allowed) So by choice, I was one of the few girls that wore dresses to school and some times I wore skirts. On that day we went into the old house and undressed, I would always lay down and Bill always proceeded to finger me, he knew how much I loved that, I am just like my mother, I am very loud when I experience sexual pleasure. And very vocal, the.