“Anyways, I’m having a party tonight at my place, my parents are out of town until Sunday. Do you think you could come?” My astonishment made m... brain go numb. My mouth moved of it’s own accord. “I guess so, what’s gonna be goin’ down over there?” “Well, we will be cutting the grass while we’re there…I hope you don’t mind.” I got the picture. Cutting the Grass is a popular term for smoking weed. “I’m there.” No hesitation at all. Her perfect smile again. “Great! It’s the first house on the. I think she was asking what I was doing so I used the scraper to point vaguely at the back of the door. She’s been around Mum enough to know what scraping paint looks like. I was surprised she had to ask. And why was she shouting at me?Waving the scraper around reminded me that it had been knocked into my chest so I looked down. I was expecting to see a big mess on my painting shirt but instead I saw that I was wearing good clothes and I’d put a big smear of paint on one of my favorite tops.. While giving me a minute to come down from my climax, you took a step back from the bed and started to undress. I stopped you because then it was my turn to give you a little attention. I kissed you just like you had been kissing me; I started at your lips and then worked my way down to your neck. I unbuttoned your shirt very slowly, one button at a time, placing kisses on your chest as I worked my way down. Once your shirt was unbuttoned I slowly took it off of you and threw onto my pile of. "How long has it been?" I asked while she continued to wake me up. "You were totally out for about an hour but I can't wait any longer," she purred still stroking my rising member. "Okay, I think I'm ready again," and I was. We fucked in doggy, cowboy, reverse cowboy and a few positions requiring athletic abilities but each time she finished me off by sucking my cock and swallowing each load. She was a cum angel and who would have guessed she was such a slut? We slept late the next morning,.