Suck that dick, slut. Suck it good.’ I kept sucking and soon realized he was about to come. I started to slow down, but he gave my face a light smac.... ‘No, keep going, whore. Come on, I want my jizz in your mouth.’ Seconds later, he came hard. I swallowed convulsively and he pushed my head away. I didn’t know if he was done for the night, so I didn’t move. ‘Good job, little bitch,’ he said, sitting on the bed. ‘Now get over here. I want a taste of that cute snatch.’ He laid back and I went over. Massaging with my hand and squeezing out the precum so I could lick it up and savor it. But finally, my wife took notice of me again just as I was pushing his cock as deeply as I could in the back of my throat. She scowled a bit and said, "Sweetie, that just isn't good enough! You have to take a real man's cock all the way in. Remember how you always said you wanted to do it right? How you wanted to take a cock right down your throat? Well, here's your chance." With that, she started to gently. I knew that sometime today I would see it. The car where my life changed. The car Robbie took me out in many times—often to the Star Light Drive-in theater. It was 1964. It was another Saturday in September, and I was in the town’s library, trying to research Field Marshal Erwin Rommel. I had chosen him to be the subject of a paper I had to write for my Junior year World History class. As I was walking through the stacks, looking for the right section, I saw a boy standing near where I thought. She let her wet lips touchone of her nipples, sucking it into her mouth. God, she could feel itgrowing larger. Her tongue tentatively reached out in her mouth, lappingat the hardened bud, a shiver running down her spine as she felt the most incredibleshudder run through her young body. She sucked harder, wanting the feelingto continue. "I think our Missy likes sucking on titties. We'll have to seeif she's any good." Karen couldn't wait to force Missy to suck theirtits. "Bite your nipple.