” Mom said from the front seat. “It happens when you are stimulated right.” She explained. “And it’s a good thing you two are done, we’re ...ust about there. So get dressed and climb back in the front seat.”“I have to change. My juices are all over my clothes.” Emma said as I fumbled to find my bag.We got dressed and made it into the front seat, right before pulling into the driveway of the farm. The driveway was dusty, and never paved. It was long, and it took us a few minutes to get to where. Afterthat, it's all over and it won't matter anymore." You don't have to remind me, I know," he replied rather sullenly. "Butwhat happens in the middle of the night isn't everything! The mostimportant part is what those judges are going to see for themselves!They're only going to be interested in whatever happens right here infront of them!"She nodded, then pressed, "Yeah, you're exactly right. But I'm startingto get the feeling that it's not going so well for you right now, am Iright?"He. I had no bad intention towards her. But one incident changed everything. I clearly remember the color of the suit that she was wearing that day. It was Russian blue. And thank Jesus that it was summer. She was not carrying her dupatta. I had just taken the final exams of high school and was enjoying my holidays. I was sitting on watching television. She came to my home and sat on the floor with my mom and started cutting vegetables. It was their usual routine. They would gossip about the world. The warm, slippery liquid provided the sensitive end of him a comfortable place to rest.In a moment of exquisite debauchery, she held him still with wet lips, as she expertly swallowed his cum without releasing him. He pulsed one more time, oozing a bit more onto her tongue as she pulled away.Moments later, the both of them climbed breathlessly to their feet, holding themselves vertical only with enormous effort. Looking at him with a counterfeit face of demure innocence, she took the napkin.