My goodness, you ponder; what on earth have I agreed to do?Unaware of what you are doing, you are running your tongue around your lips almost as if yo... are u*********sly looking forward what you are about to receive. But how could that be? Your arms strain against the steel that holds them. With your eyes you appeal to me to release you. The request is met by a pointing finger being wagged indicating that it isn't happening. I grab your head, pulling you forward. As if by magic, your lips part. I wondered if I could get Jen to read these articles and maybe agree with them. That might open the door for more fun without the need for "Eggplant". But how could I manage it? I gave it a lot of thought that night and came up with a plan.Jen didn't know much about computers so I knew I could set up a file she couldn't access unless I wanted her to. I started with a file called Diary. In that file I started a page with the current date. I set up the file as password protected and then rigged. She handed me my bathing suit, helped me pull it up, then stood up and French kissed me.“All better?” she grinned.“Yes!” I smiled.“You know I really love feeling you pulse in my mouth, feeling your cum shoot in, and tasting you. It’s such an amazing thing to do for you!”“I do know,” I replied. “Now let’s go swim before we’re missed!”I was right about the reaction — Johnny, Ralph, Brent, and Terry looked like they were about to have heart attacks or strokes. Sandy’s eyes went wide, and so did. It was hell when we werent blowing eachother or in church together. eventually we called it quites.next, was dear old sydney. she had a pair on her. 36 DD and so nice. i can still remember them so fondly, their smell, their taste, the little birth mark right above her nipple........ god, i miss her. and her pussy was just divine, i mean it was gorgeuose. if there cold ever be a perfect pussy, it was hers. her ass was perfect, her lips where like silk, her body was oh so fine, and her legs.