You know what semen is, right?”“No. How do I make it come out?”“Well, one way is to rub you penis. That funny feeling you get is the start of ...t.”“Can you show me?”OH! GOD! I THOUGHT YOU’D NEVER ASK! said the inner me.“Okay, sit on the edge of the table for me.” He did as he was told so that his balls sat on the table and his cock pointed straight up. I stood in front of him, still with my jeans and pants around my thighs. Do I stand or kneel? I decided to kneel for a grandstand view so his. I felt his cock head nudging the back of my mouth as my tongue swirled around it. My hands were digging into his trousers, gently lifting his hairy balls free which I started to squeeze and stroke.Behind me John had pulled my dress up over my thighs and was busy caressing and touching my bare bottom. His fingers ran around the cheeks and then in between, after which he started to slide them into my pussy from the back. Peter's cock was rock hard in my mouth as I bobbed my head up and down. He. His lungs cried out for fresh air. Tilting his head up, he could see far above him bits of Grey light coming down through a grate of some kind. Taking a deep breath and bolstering his resolve, he began to climb again.When his hand rested on the last rung, he could go no further. He didn't't know how much time had passed but he was certain he had been climbing for hours. His feet hurt where the rungs had dug into the bottoms of his feet. His arms ached from pulling himself up every rung. He felt. He tugged out a manila folder and tossed it at Sasha. She took it and flipped it open, her eyes widening. “Butbutbubut she’s not a princess!” she squeaked, sounding shocked.“First families count,” Geo said.“Her dad hasn’t been President for a year!”Geo made a loud pffftthbhbbth sound with his tongue. “She was fun. I always think college aged princesses are the best – riiight when they get feisty!”“I...” Sasha shook her head. “I’d hate to be in the secret service that morning. Uh. Wow. Uh...”.