I have a little surprise for you.” At these words my heart starts pounding again, and my cock grows a little in my jeans. Fuck… skinny jeans were ...ot a good idea. You glance down and grin. “We’ll get to that, love. Don’t you worry.” I gulp and drive to the nearest restaurant, an Olive Garden that’s considerably nicer than anything else in the area. We walk into the restaurant, and you swagger ahead without bothering to wait for a hostess. Your confidence is intoxicating; hips swaying with. As they say, desperate times, desperate means; I decided to let Sydney eat me even without being full of come.Wow! It was great, Mom. Have you ever tired that with Dad? Well maybe you've never NOT been full of come. Anyway, all this time I thought it was knowing Sydney was lapping up my lovers' semen or getting me ready for some that got me off, when it was just his skilled tongue. In fact it was even better than when he was playing clean-up or warm-up, since, seeing I was doing this out of. He phoned me to make sure I was there and I said yes. He said he would be 5 minutes and told me what car he had, so I could look out for him.He pulled into the bus stop and waved me in. I sat in and I could see he was in quite a good shape and with a shaved head. His looks didn't matter as much as what he had in his pants.We got talking and I suddenly realised that I wasn't turned on anymore, I tried to get hard but it wasn't working, I was panicking, realising that I might have to tell him I. She was in my Latin class and I would make it a point to follow her just to see her walking in those tight jeans. Our relationship throughout high school was nothing special. One of my friends had gone out with her soon after I met her so I didn’t really pursue it. That did not last long, but we moved to different universities and she left my town. So seeing her was a bit of a problem. Erica was feeling sore the next day and said that she did not feel like going. Her best friend tara said she.