I blamed you for a while but got over it. None of it was your fault, I just needed to blame somebody and you weren't around by then. What I really mea... is that I blamed that stupid "Smoke-enders" routine you and Peej came up with, but that wasn't the problem either.The real problem was that I was eight years older than she was, and my sex drive was slowing down. At the same time, hers was hitting its peak. All the smokers anonymous thing did was accentuate the facts. I thought she was happy.. She jumped and spun on her heel, drawing her books up to her chest defensively. She stood face to face with Kevin Sommers, a boy from the junior varsity basketball team -- the boy who had seen Tammie two days earlier giving a blowjob to a police officer. She averted her eyes and stammered, "I-- I was just noticing the total lack of morals displayed by some of these pictures." Hey, no problem. We all know your feelings on morality." He winked at her, making her wonder just how much he or anyone. "Fuck me, fuck me harder! Yes, fuck me," she chanted, "Oh God, I'm cumming-I’M CUMMING, FUCK ME-FUCK ME-FUCK ME!" she screamed, her hips and legs shaking as she came.“Dammit! What now Houseboy,” I grumbled.‘If you hadn't been such a little bitch and used the safe word, Sandra would be getting fucked senseless in a fancy hotel. Not sucking-off cocks at a dirty truck-stop glory-hole!’“I know she's not doing that, so go away.”‘Come on, I know you're imagining Sandra's ass against that dirty. She said, "No," as I pull out of her and clutch my dick and climbed up her chest. Her arms are tied still so she can’t move with my weight on top of her. I couldn’t take the pressure anymore so I pointed my dick at her beautiful face and let go. The first stream hit her on the forehead. I pumped my dick again and the second hit her lips. The third, fourth and fifth hit her cheeks and rolled down to her neck. She was covered in my cum and I loved it. She was mad as hell however. After I.