I turned to look at the girls with my mouth wide open and a grin on my face. Both girls looked gob-struck as I turned back and just managed to get the...tip of the boy's cock to touch the back of my throat as my first orgasm hit me.Now I like (no, love) giving head, and I love cumming; but I find doing both at the same time quite difficult. The orgasm makes it difficult to give a good BJ.I needn't have worried because it only took seconds for the boy to shoot his load inside my mouth. I kept as. She doesn’t watch herself move through life. She doesn’t imagine the way that she looks in the eyes of others as she walks down the street. She moves with purpose. The only reason why she is walking in the first place is to get somewhere that she feels is important, and naturally, that movement is attractive. Purpose is attractive. The days that pass are merely sections of opportunities for her to make her mark in the world. She throws herself into these sections of opportunity, and she uses. ===================================================================I woke up the next morning before the sun came up, disoriented anddesperate to pee. I rolled out of bed and almost collapsed sidewaysinto the wall as I landed on the heels that I'd forgotten I was wearing.I tottered to the bathroom, too desperate to piss to take the time tounstrap myself from my shoes. I caught a glimpse of myself in themirror, and the shame flashed through me again. Make-up was smearedacross my face, a mess. You don’t hear the birds chirping or the leaves rustling; you hear our quickened breathing, smell our passion. She finally releases you and puts a soft breast in your mouth. Your tongue darts across the erect nub, your lips suck at the warm flesh. One of your hands fondles the other breast and then it is gone.She sits astride you again, this time over your head. Her skirt has gone and you look down at her trimmed red bush. As her succulent clitoris comes closer your lips first make contact. You.