Then he opens the door on the other side and jumps onto the other horse. Just before he rode off, I yelled out “What was all that about?” He repli...d “Nothing. It’s just a stage I’m going through”.A five-year-old boy was mowing his front lawn and drinking a beer. The preacher who lived across the street saw the beer and came over to harass the kid. “Aren’t you a little young to be drinking, son?” he asked. “That’s nothing” the kid said after taking a swig of beer. “I got laid when I was three”.. She looked bored and totally edible. “Are you Beth?” She gave me a hostess smile and said she was. I reached over the counter and we shook hands. I introduced myself and made small talk and asked her to dance. She surprised me when she came out of the booth and led me by the hand to the dance floor. Beth wasn’t much for conversation, but she moved like a pole dancer. The deejay played “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction” and I hoped Mick Jagger wasn’t singing for me. The Stones faded into a slow. “I do study, but I just don’t get it!” she said. “Can I do something for extra credit? Anything” she pleaded. “I’ll do anything, but I need the grade!” As she said this, she lowered the books, again flashing her cleavage at me.An evil thought entered my head as I looked down her blouse. My code of ethics was battling with my loins for control of my body. I gave in to my baser instincts, thinking of how delicious her nipples would taste, and invited her to my house that evening for some. Richards ran his hands down to her ankles. He brought her legs up until her knees were on opposite sides of her face. Mr. Richards then dug into her pussy even more. His lips and tongue caressed every inch of her womanhood. Cindy continued to moan when all of a sudden she didn't feel his tongue anymore. She looked up and saw his sitting over her. His massive thick cock in his hands, eyeing her.He took his cock and lightly tapped her wet cunt. The slapping drove Cindy wild. Mr. Richards was.