I couldn't even think that way about him. He must have been thinking that way of me though. Cause, his cock was still in my hand and it was near my...face and before I could stop him he'd forced his hips near my face so that his cock was brushing against my lips and cheeks and across my nose and forehead. How do you tell when your turned on as opposed to grossed out to the point of being turned on? All I remember about that moment is smelling his musky scent and then I remember his balls in. She moves down to suck my balls and stroke my cock. I put my hand on top of hers and slap her in the face with my cock. She moans in pleasure with both of my balls in her mouth. It feels so good. I tell her, " Do you like that? Do you like getting slapped in the face with my cock?"She takes her mouth off my balls and says "yes, I love getting slapped in the face by your hard cock." She quickly resumes sucking my balls. I slap her a few more times in the face with my cock before I lean back and. He enthusiastically kissed one breast while his free hand massaged the other. After a couple of minutes of this, he began rubbing her clitoris. Her moaning increased in intensity as she wrapped herself around him. Finally she came, wailing with pleasure as she did so.When they had both caught their breath, Mrs. Warren announced that we would be driving on the highway. I was the first to drive. I got on the turnpike headed towards Philadelphia. We stopped in Afton to switch drivers. Since we. Of course, it was more embarrassing explaining to my two buddies this weekend when I answered the door wearing a bra under my t-shirt. At least they didn't see the panties.This isn't sounding too good, so I think I need to tell you what happened that weekend, starting Friday night and working my way to Monday evening football practice. Then you'll understand and know that I'm not a pervert. It was all pretty normal stuff given the circumstances.I'll tell it to you just the way it.