We’ll talk after the 4th.”“And after you take care of Becky.”“Do you want a home movie? I’m not sure I could get Super-8 developed with th...se kinds of pictures!”“That would be interesting, to say the least. How about Polaroids?”“You are truly out of control!”“You just wait!” she smirked.I just shook my head. We kissed goodbye, and I headed home. I went to find Dad and told him that on my way home I had stopped at Jennifer’s for 10 minutes. I didn’t want someone to see me and say something to. . mmmmmm..."I could tell from my weak vantage point that she was rubbing her tits and squeezing her nipples, and trying to hold the phone to her head with her shoulder."Stan, wait. They have a headset attachment for their phone. Let me get that, it will make this whole thing a lot easier. Hang on."She got up, and I watched as her beautiful naked body walked over to the table on which the headset was sitting. She picked it up and plugged it into the phone, then put it on her head. She looked. She took my dick in her hands, admired it, and squatted over it. She slid it up and down the length of her pussy lips several times, getting it good and wet; she then dropped to her knees, stroked it, and put it in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking the whole time, and soon her nose was in my pubic hair. I told her I was close, and she nodded. She backed off until just the head was in her mouth, and I exploded. I shot wad after wad into her mouth, and she took every drop.I. He met the woman that he would share his life with at a school dance. It was one of those love at first sight things. Arty Brown was a soft-spoken woman with values that matched Mackenzie's. The moment he first laid eyes on her the word marriage popped into his head, and it stayed there until the day he made her his wife. Along with their two beautiful daughters, Mackenzie and Arty Jackson made a family that was strong and loving, never giving a second thought that one day that they would have.