”He groaned but didn’t argue. He kept driving, very slow, I suppose it was hard for him to concentrate on his driving but I didn’t care. I wante... to make him wait all week and then let him fuck me on prom night. I wouldn’t tell him this. I would keep being a prick tease just to see if he would put up with it. That’s the great thing about giving blow jobs; the guy is totally under my control and it makes me feel so powerful.If you’re a girl and you remember giving head to teen age boys, you know. The sudden absence of his parents' structuring influence along with myown small contribution had made him depressed, surly, and emotionallyfragile. During one of his parents' regular visits, he snapped. They wereon their way out of the house - and I saw an opportunity.I told them that his problem was that they were still hovering over him,and that they wanted to control his life even though he was a grownadult. I knew their intentions were good, but he needed to be able tocontrol his own. We stood by the side of the coffin for a few minutes, then went back to sit down. As the guests filed by the coffin, they stopped to offer condolences to Kara and her mom, and then paid their respects to Kara’s dad.Over the course of the next three hours, it seemed that most of Kara’s church, all of her relatives and a lot of her parents’ friends and her dad’s co-workers came to pay their respects. My dad came, but only stayed briefly after offering his condolences. All of Kara’s and my friends. His cock was long, very long, and large enough that the combination could be brutal if I wasn’t careful.Yet, when I looked down at my newest lover, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of shock that caused my muscles inside to tighten around the object inside me. In one sense, there was almost a comforting, c***d-like feel of lying on an overstuff, oversized play-a****l … except for the dynamic effect of the hard spearing cock in my pussy. The massive bear was looking up at me with a look on his.