He told me to slurp on it slowly and gently, then slowly intensify the suckling. I complied as I wanted to please him like he had pleasured me. I grab...ed his shaft and took over sucking the head and sliding it little by little into my wet mouth, twisting it and stroking it with each slurp. He kept telling me what a good girl I was being and how good it felt. I moaned how he had been wanting to fuck me for a while now and often fantasized about fucking me and eating my pussy when he masturbated.. She also enjoyed how Sam toyed with her breasts and nipples when they were sitting alone studying or watching the TV.When she came home late one night after studying at the library, she was startled to see her best friend on all fours on top of her bed mounted by the obviously male body of Rodney Stein from her Economics class. They were so engrossed in their doggy style coupling that they were not even aware of her presence. Mandy just sat on the edge of her bunk and watched the well-endowed. What if she's a girl? What if it's a boy? What if they're twins? What if this ... what if that?Fatherhood didn't worry me. Being a lousy father was a huge concern. Mr. Bell had some sage advice. "David, you have a gentle, kind spirit. If you let your kindness and tendency to react logically rule your behavior, you'll do fine as a father."If I had been more back then like you are now, maybe Coulter wouldn't have rejected everything we tried to teach him, but that's water under the bridge. The. It was labeled, "Denise." I grabbed it and figured I would see what was on it later. Probably a film of us at the holidays, I guessed.It was not that type of movie at all.The movie started with my mom slowly undressing. I should have stopped there, but curiosity and raging hormones took over. As she continued to undress, there was a black guy that entered the scene. It was Malcolm, the leader of the group my mom often hosted.He walked over to her and grabbed her by the hair and pulled her.