When it became obvious that he was nearing another orgasm, rather than allow him to waste his cum by shooting it all over his belly, I got up and knel... in front of him.He stared at me in shock when I pushed his legs a little farther apart. I worked my way in between his knees. I smiled at him, reached out and placed his left hand on my right tit, and then I leaned down and began to lick his balls.For the next few minutes he whispered curses under his breath while I licked and then sucked on his. "I will never getover the name," she said with a smile. "Was your mother a littlecrazy?"I smirked having heard from many people similar feelings. "No, shewas old school French. The name was also my great-grandfather's."She sat on the opposite chair, the edge as if unsettled, and my eyesremained looking at her face though her aura was exciting. I caught atrace of her musky but floral scent. Her long caramel hair was up ina loose bun style; then I saw the dual braids. She had clearlyprepared this. "He looked relieved and I lifted my arms. He pulled my shirt over my arms and threw itbehind the couch. I rubbed my tits for him. My tits were small but firm and perky. MyNipples were encircled by large brown areolas and they pointed right at him. He probablythought he was going to get laid. He wasn't but didn't mean he was going to get a treat. He reached his hand to take off my panties but I backed away."No Jon" His hand gripped the elastic of my underwear for a moment not willingto let go.. I was now just out of H.S. and it had been a year or two since Eric moved away. As much as I tried to resist my desires for other men, I longed for another experience. I phoned Mike and he invited me over to his place. Like Lorence, he had olive skin and wavy hair. But where Lorence was short and had almost no body hair, Mike was tall, lean and hairy. Looking back, maybe it was just the age.Mike took me over to his massage table and asked for me to get undressed and to lay face down. He was.