Mike then reached with his other hand took the dab of cum onto his finger and licked it off! I couldn't believe it. Mike said that he liked the taste ...f his cum, he then took another dab and asked me if I wanted to taste it. I was hesitant, but very excited and curious. I didn't want to put his finger in my mouth so I wiped my finger on the top of his dick and tasted it. It was salty and I remember liking it a lot. By now I was super hard and I started to cum, I exploded a massive cum shot all. It was the hottest, cutest, most spontaneous thing I'd seen in forever. But it served in remind me that, besider her tits, Scotch and Bong hits. Yes.I joined her in the kitchen after retrieving my monster glass apparatus, the spartacus of lick-a-puss, the golden-glowing vase of a melted rainbow. My bong. And I had loaded it too. She was facing the counter, and turned to greet me with our drinks in her hand. Her smile, lips, blue eyes, and youth were bringing my cock back to life, but first. "But could you please roll over and look at me first? There's something I want to tell you and it doesn't feel right talking to your back." "I can hear just fine like this." He had no clue as to what he was going to say. He was only stalling. But he reached for her shoulder and urged her to turn with his hand. She rolled without resisting, but wouldn't look at his face. It was the first time he'd seen her without glasses. Her eyes seemed larger and deeper without them, and he was ready to. “Hey guys, it’s not too late to stop by, is it?” she asked. I could see her eyes looked a bit puffy from where I was seated.“No, not at all,” Jess replied. It was a Friday night, so we would have been up for a while longer anyway.“Great ... I was wondering if I could...” - she paused, clearly working up her nerve for something- “ ... could cash in that rain check now?” she asked. Her hands were in her pockets and she was rocking back and forth on one heel, obviously uncomfortable asking.“Like,.