I lightly run my fingernails up both of your thighs, and lean in, tracing my tongue over your balls, while Candy is still sliding her mouth up and dow... on your dick. You’re starting to writhe around on the bed, breathing hard and fast. I slide one of your balls in my wet mouth, my tongue caressing them. Taking a quick peak up at you, I can see you’re still looking down, watching us pleasure you with our mouths; your eyes are hard with lust. You are almost dying with want to touch us. I remove. ‘We would’ve missed the ice cream party without your help.’ ‘You’re welcome Justin. Can’t celebrate our victory without our center fielder,’ I replied and continued driving. Why didn’t Mrs. Reynolds even show up to pick up her kids after the game? Wonder if Maggie is right? After the kids and some of the parents ate more ice cream than they should have, I gave Justin and Beth a ride home. It was about 9:30 when we got to their house. But the place was dark with no lights on anywhere. I wasn’t. Servants. The sweet lady who cared for our house and did the cooking, Ysabela Luna, was more my parent than dear Dad was.Her English was heavily accented but much better than my Spanish, although I made a concerted effort to learn Spanish. I did pretty good. Ysabela was good and honest and religious. Every dime she made went either right back to her Guatemalan family or into a savings account, but honestly, she had a daughter here in Houston, a grey-eyed Anglo daughter whom she graced with long. Fact is it had never happened to me before. Don't suppose it ever happens to most chaps. But it's one of the few things that's every bit the way it's supposed to be. Too damn awful for words. I hgged myself and twisted and turned in agony. Serve me right! Well, O.K. maybe it did. But it hurt! I really don't know how long it took me to get to where I could stand up and think. When I did I was flooded in pure horror. I'd let that damn girl get loose. Goodness knows what would happen to her.