" Do you like it enough to... do it to me?" She was afraid he would say "No."She shouldn't have worried. "You'd let me do THAT?" he asked incredulousl....She leaned over and kissed him on the lips while her left hand sought out his sex bone. "Oh yes, little brother. I'd be HAPPY to let you do that to me."Within seconds they had figured out what millions of other lovers had discovered over the years, that the classic 69 position was the best way to get at each other simultaneously.Within a minute. ..ahhh...fuck....ahhh." Even though my eyes were closed as I worked his cock, I knew his were too as those sounds escaped his mouth. To finish him off, I started sucking hard on his dickhead; running my tongue around the tip and licking into his pee-slit (his balls feel so good) and sucking the head as hard as I could. Both his hands were holding my head and his knees buckled as the first shot entered my mouth and I swallowed it all just before the next shot of his juice flowed out. It was true. "So you see, I had my share of trouble in school too. But we both managed to get through it and come out better on the other side," he said. "I suppose," Betty said. "But you have come out better than me, Robert. I am still..." "Beautiful," he finished her sentence. "Betty, can I be honest for a moment?" "Yeah, I suppose so... what is it?" she asked, uncertainly. "Okay here goes... When I considered you for this position, I did a little checking on you. I wanted to know more about you than just. I was watching from the corner of my eye as she opened it. There were several pages and she skimmed to the end, then slumped down on the bench, staring at it, tears running down her face.I went out to her, worried. "You all right, miss?" Please call me 'Sarah', if you're going to look after me." She was smiling now, but still crying. "Sorry, Mike - happy tears!" She waved the letter at me. "I'm not used to getting love letters."Especially on college note paper! Well, well! And Mrs Whitehead.