He laughed and she joined him though she couldn’t seem to place what had been so funny or even what he had been saying. Her mind was much too floode... with the idea of his face between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips. Finally she snapped out of it, he was asking her something. ‘What?’ She asked, sipping on her beer. ‘I asked if you were very angry?’ He repeated. ‘Well, I certainly wasn’t happy.’ She replied trying not to stare at his mouth anymore. She was starting to get buzzed. It. .......and i still had the pictures of the smoking guy sucking of the painter in my head...... i decided to skip school and go to the parking place.....i had to...... i had to try more.......i had to touch the painters cock i was so big, so hairy , so hot so fantastic, it was a real big male cock...... a grown up man!!! So i got up went down for breakfast , kissed mum and dad goodbye and of to "school"......... As i rode my bike trough the wood i was getting scared, exited ,and i just couldn't. She straddled him and moved upwards, ‘I need to be more wet, and you’re just the man to do the job.’ She lowered her little pussy onto his awaiting mouth. She used the headboard to help support her wait as she buckled from the skill of his tongue. His tongue was hot and practiced. He licked her slowly from back to front, not shrinking from any part of her. He kissed just around her clit, never making full contact, making her squirm to try and regain control and get some satisfaction. He probed. When he lifted from me, I pulled him closer for me to do the same to him. I began to pull his shorts down, when he said this was too weird for him.I told him that it wasn't weird when I fucked his friend earlier today. Oops, I let it slip that I fucked Alex today. Andrew looked at me, asked if he was any good. I told him he had a nice thick cock and that he has one as thick as his dad had. I pulled him closer and began to suck on his almost limp dick. A few sucks and he was hard again. I.