When he wanted to skip eighth grade I came up with the idea of him hanging around with my friends as a sort of camouflage given how small he was. We�...re now a couple so he won’t be competing with you for their affection.”“Well, then, allow me to introduce myself,” he said, sweeping a bow to the girls. “My name is Alex Reynolds, I’m 15 — 16 next month, 5’4”, a romantic at heart, no communicable diseases, reasonably good teeth and I’ve had all my shots. Lately of Salt Lake City and, no, I’m not a. I grab some lotion and soon have the Birdlock on, "sit on the bed" she says.She walks over and puts the lock through the pin and snaps it closed."Good, that's better?" she said. The next morning I drop her off at the airport, "you be a good boy while mommy’s gone".So I'm home alone for 15-16 days, balls drained, all is good.I stayed busy, had a few beers and worked on her list of chores.I wasn't used to sleeping alone, when on the 4th day I awoke about 1am with intense pain.My penis was semi. I leaned in, licked those glistening lips. She stiffened as my tongue slid across her sensitive clitoris, sending a thrill through her incredible body."Taste me, baby," she urged. "And don't worry about it. I don't want you to wear condoms. I want to feel your hot juices, filling up my body." I rasped my tongue against her again, this time sliding into her vagina. It was hard going, even with her as wet as she was; she was tight, unyielding, better than anything I could have ever imagined. I. As he went, he kissed her legs all over. Her bush was now visible. Gus was stroking and kissing her upper thighs and mound. Debbie slowly opened her legs. She placed one leg on the top of the couch and the other as wide as she could. You could see her pussy, completely exposed in all its glory. Gus was dumbfounded. He stopped everything and just stared.Finally, he looked up at Debbie and told her it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. From where I stood, I could see her juices.