At that point, he stopped me forcefully.Exactly then, to my horror, I heard my grandfather from his room say, “Where are you, Susheela? (my grandmot...er). What are you doing in the bathroom for 20 minutes?”My heart stopped. There was a pin drop of silence, still holding the fleshy cock on the edge of my mouth. There was no response from my granny. Then he again shouted, “Susheela?” A loud call this time.I heard a voice from the store room behind us, “Nothing, there’s a rat in the store room.. The bushy ones were best—all that hair would hold in the funk better. Feet wern't too bad cause mostly new cleats with clean white socks didnt produce much stink. But then, off came those tite ass football pants. And all that ass now exposed, framed out only buy a tite jock, cupping all that junk. The funk would fill the room, just like a jail. I wanted so badd to just put my face in one of those ass cracks.I would quickly change out—getting into my jeans and tank. Throwing on a pair of kicks,. Stacy looked at the phone once again. She wondered why she liked sucking Mikey's cock. He just seemed so... cool.She put the receiver down and looked at her computer. Sighing, she got up from her bed and sat down at her desk. She clicked an icon, and she could hear her computer dialing.Stacy liked Mikey. He was a silly blabbermouth, but he seemed pretty sure of himself... a man of the world. Of course Mary Lou and she would find themselves drawn to him.And, Stacy thought, he shoots off fast. A. It didn’t take long for my juices to add to the lubrication of the water and for images of Elbe’s warm smile and supple body to flutter around in my head.Nothing too detailed yet, just flashes of how I’d kiss her full lips and cup her firm ass cheeks as she straddled me and dangled her juicy boobs in my face. She’d dip a nipple in my mouth—it would come back trailing a thread of my saliva—and then we’d kiss again.Before long, I was panting and trembling on legs that could barely keep me.