I felt her throat contract in my palm as she swallowed my cum, and with each jerk of my cock, with each mouthful, I felt it again. Lots of cum for a h...ngry girl….a full tummy and cock flavored kisses. Her lips drew back, resting on the rim of my cockhead, her little tongue mopping at the beads of spunk every time she ran her fist up and down my shaft. Her face pulled away from my lap and I saw the tip of her tongue run across her spunky lips and down into the corners where shed spilled some.. Drinking makes me stupid. The next day my girlfriend asked about the request again. She told me she thought about it and it made her horny, but she wouldn't do it. I asked what if I took a picture? "NO". What if you were in bed and he opened the door and peeked in " NO". She came back with, maybe I could be in bed and he could peek in the window from outside. I could pretend to sleep so I could deny everything, but he can't know that I know what's happening. I set everything up, he not. Mitchell, her father, would get these orange leaf bags with big Jack'O lantern faces at the hardware store, and after Kelly was done flopping and rolling in the mounds they would pack the bags full and stack them around the front of the porch. The leaves always smelled of faint spice and sap to her. That spicy smell would forever remind her of her Father. He had been tall and lean with a light brown mustache on a stern face hiding a sense of humor that never failed to cheer her up in the. He was suspended between erect excitement and renewed terror at the thought of discovery. Something had to be done - about both sensations.He kissed Tamsin suddenly, thrusting his tongue into her surprised but accepting mouth, his fingers closing on the back of her neck and drawing her lips hard against his own. His other hand slid around Cathy's waist, drawing her into him, so that he could easily turn from one girl and transfer his lustful attentions to the other's equally willing lips. Then.