Even after all pleasure had subsided he continued to squeeze and milk to get every last drip into his hand, his heaving breaths slowly calming in the ...rocess. At last all such dribbling appeared to end, and Michael bowed his head once again, cupped his right hand under his goo-filled left, and extended them up toward her.Deanna glanced down at the large puddle of the pearly translucent offering which filled his entire palm. Now for the final act of the ritual. A ghost of a smile graced her. "Tara shook his hand. "So you're Devon. I've heard a lot about you. You work under Kayla, right?" I work on the floor below hers," he smiled devilishly. "I've been dying to work under Kayla for a long time." His statement was thick with innuendo.Tara laughed. "You know she broke up with her boyfriend? You play your cards right and you may just get your wish!" Tara!" Kayla squeaked, blushing furiously."Really?" Devon said, his voice deepening and his gaze going molten. "Did you really break. Others said disparaging things about Shelly. Jimmy's older brother had called her a "nigger-loving piece of white trash." Others said similar things as well. His mother called Shelly "a shameless whore", as well as a "traitor to her race," but Jimmy didn't feel that way about her. He'd been hurt by what she'd done, but she wasn't a 'whore!' He'd never see her like that. Never.When he got his first lap-top, he immediately plunged into the world of internet porn, and he was soon completely. I rubbed my hand casually over my body, thinking of his touch. With every pull and tug on my nipple, I thought of his mouth at my breasts, suckling and lapping at them. I made a few passes at my pussy. It was hot and not just a little wet. My finger softly stroked around my clit, moving the plump flesh that encased my hot, wet hole. I thought of how it felt when he felt between my legs, spreading me open, my heavy thighs quivering, waiting for his touch. I slowly spread the puffy lips for.