That's the spot. Right there. I feel that tip. You fuck me like a pro. Oh, yes. Pound this granny. Pound me hard. Fuck me deeper."Little did they know...that it was ten minutes 'till midnight. The remaining minutes involved more oral activity from each other and one last fuck on the kitchen table. One shapely leg on his shoulder and Ricky proceeded pounding away, going faster and deeper on those remaining minutes on the clock."Oh, shit", said Betty. "Pound me. Pound me until the stroke of. Perhaps, to him, that was the best part. Hecould clearly remember every encounter of the past 5years, and they were John was beginning to like the feel of the black cockdeep in his throat and he used those muscles to get agrip on the piece of meat and work them as much as hecould, trying his best to get the old man to shoot hisload. Meanwhile, as he stood there, his cock embedded in thatwhite mouth, Eddy relived some of his prior experienceswith Dr. Gosman’s other patients, both black and. "Since you both becameteenagers, actually. But really, Charlie? Making fun of the dress shepicked out for her first winter formal? Commenting on her weight? Weexpect better of you." The disappointment in her voice affected me morethan the anger in my father's.I blinked a few times, looking between the two of them. "I ... did what?" Don't give me that," Dad said, finally choosing to release my shoulder.He crossed his arms over his chest. "You know damned well what you said.I don't want to hear. I hoped that he was okay. Iknew that he had gone there to figure out what was going on between us.That was something that I hadn't had the time, or the desire, to figureout myself.I didn't know what my kiss had meant. I certainly didn't feel like Iwas ready to run off and marry him. But something was certainlydifferent between us. That was inevitable; we had been normal teenagebest friends, until one day we were told that anatomically I was agirl. Sure, it wasn't something I would have been.