His lips opened and his tongue reached out gently, questing for hers. She began to kiss him in earnest, but then she remembered who she was. She pushe... him away, turning her head. “Stop for a minute,” she whispered. His hand still on her cheek, he turned her back to face him. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as he leaned back in for another kiss. “Godamn it, I said stop for a minute!” she sobbed, the tears now streaming down her flushed cheeks. “What’s the matter?” he asked earnestly.. She was stood infront of me and as she slipped down onto her knees and unzipped my trousers pulling out my hard cock from my boxers and then as she pulled back my foreskin and licked her tongue around the rim of my helmet up to my snake eye and licking my pre cum from it, as she sucked the whole length into her wide open mouth and swollowed my compleat shaft right down the back of her throat. As she licked down from my knob to my balls and then sucking each one into her mouth in turn, then. We hit it off pretty well from the beginning." Let them live a little, " I replied with my eyes shut, still in my own world. “ Maybe they’ll be back soon. They’re like 45 minutes away and the game is over.” " Bullshit, Megan. I'd rather be fucking me right now than to watch some stupid game if I was Paul. And hell, look at you, " Michelle said with her voice trailing off. My eyes were still shut. I was listening to her but I was elsewhere in my own head. My hair was suddenly being twirled by. The harder they got, the harder he kissed me. Pulling away from my nipples, I moaned. I was not ready for him to stop. I wanted more of whatever he was doing. He seemed to have other things in mind, as he reached down and began to pull at my shirt. Soon it was lying beside us on the floor. He then pulled himself off of me and pulled his own shirt off and placed it with my own. “Henry,” I said looking over his stomach. It was one of those stomach you would see on models, almost as if it was.