‘Well I don’t know, how old are you?’ she asked amusedly. ’13,’ he replied proudly. ‘Well I’m 23, are you sure that you want an old maid...like me as your wife? Wouldn’t you prefer someone your own age?’ she verbally parried. The boy’s honest face screwed up in concentration, before finally coming to another conclusion. ‘No I guess not,’ he finally concluded, shuffling kind of dejectedly. Just then the other two boys arrived, taking up flanking positions on either side of the one who called. She sucked my neck. She bit my ear. ‘Bob will be here soon,’ she breathed into my ear. We would put on quite a show for Bob. We danced together rubbing our naked bodies together. She licked my hot cunt with that wonderful tongue of hers. I looked at Bob with my lips parted and eyes halfway closed as she sent me into orgasm. I dropped to my knees and turned her around and ran my tongue up her luscious asshole. I probed and sucked her hole while my fingers played with her sweet pussy. She forced. I squinted in fear, preparing to explain myself. But he didn’t wake up. Instead he rolled on his back, forcing me to adjust myself on him. And then he moaned. I could feel his cock poking persistently into my stomach and pulsating against it. I think he was having sexual dreams, because suddenly his hands were on my waist under my T-shirt, on my bare skin, driving me insane.Still squinting, afraid that he’d wake up, I pressed my body against him. I pulled myself higher, my nose almost touching. " Oh," I said. Now, you must remember, I hadn't exactly gone looking for a girlfriend. So I wasn't exactly broken up over this development. The mistake was not looking broken up. I'd learn. I was about to get a lesson."Don't you have anything to say?" she asked."I'm going to miss being your boyfriend," I said. I thought that sounded sincere."That's it?" she asked incredulously."What can I say? I don't even know why you're breaking up." You could ask, if you even cared," she said.I was beginning.