Trying to sleep. Ill jerk you off in the morning. Im fraid I want more than a handjob, sweetness, I whispered in her ear, my hand reaching up beneath ...er hem to feel her sleek thighs. Her eyes popped open with fear and I clapped a hand over her mouth and muffled her shout. I soothed her, Dont you fret, sweetness, I aint gonna hurt you. Just gonna make you scream! My other hand reached her panties, rubbing her cooch through the fabric. Her body tensed, then surrendered to me as I felt a growing. He resorted to swear words while I never swore. Eventually he discerned this and his tactics were modified. He attacked my age. I attacked his inexperience. This phase lasted a few months and eventually he perceived that people were beginning to look to me rather than him. The green-eyed monster began to rise and his behavior began to become irrational. This was for me a problem because we had a common thread, a relationship totally outside our competing personalities. Within this. That set of my own spasms, cock convulsing, aglow with pleasure as I poured my seed deep inside Margaret. I moaned with her, plunging deep, holding myself deep as my cock spasmed inside her. It took a moment to come back to myself, to remember again where I was besides inside the cunt of a beautiful young woman. I straightened up and looked around, and the applause began. I shook my head, stepped back and helped Margaret to her feet. They were still applauding with Alexandra herself. But woe to my poor denied libido if she happened to be holding an ice-cream cone or wearing a pair of shorts over her bikini so she could take a break from tanning to run to the store for her mother. Moments like these would clearly define the O’Reardon boys. Joseph would whistle and make lewd gestures with a lusty grin, Peter would blush furiously and tentatively raise a hand in greeting, and I would only look hurriedly away and think about baptisms and weddings. While Joseph’s future was.