"Darryl, can I give you a blow?" she asked. Dave smiled as he looked up. God, he looked so sexy with juices that Rachel came, right on his chin and ...n the bed. He started licking it up. When he was finished, he looked up. "As you were saying?" he asked."A blow. Can I give you a blowjob?" Rachel asked."I'd be dumb not letting you," Darryl laughed, and sat down on the bed. Rachel lay down flat on her stomace and wrapped her tounge around the head. She then started licking toward his. We had no more than just left Marshal Summit before Lisa started in complaining about how uncomfortable it was having to share a tube with me. Even as big as that truck tube was, she was right about it not being the easiest thing for two people trying to shift around on it.I was fifteen, and for the past two weeks at least, I'd been anticipating this river trip being the sexual highlight of my summer. Lisa and I had only kissed a few times in the month or so we'd gone together, but I'd been. Both men were arrested and hauled off to jail, so I used my press pass to gain entry to the jail where I saw the assistant police chief. His daughter attended my high school, so I knew them both rather well and he allowed me to interview both men while they were locked up.The next day was the day the paper was printed, so I immediately went to the newspaper’s office where I typed up the story about the meeting, a separate story about the fight and the rather contentious relationship between the. A few more. No change. More of the same lovely, soothing, professional massage. She was not going to ask again. She was sweating. Her pussy was practically weeping with its need, but she would *not* beg. She would end it first…Then… something. It took her some time, holding herself still, attending to every ethereal point of contact to her skin, to identify what. A subtle, slow shift altered the motions of the tendrils. Kneading of deep tissue was graduated into lighter and lighter strokes,.