I can’t believe I am admitting this, but it got me ... very turned on.”Nev started to cry, and April and she were quickly crying in each other’s...arms.Mom walked into the room, and I got up to greet her. “Is everything all right in here, Michael?”“Everything is just fine, Mom. We needed to have a confidential conversation, and it’s over now.”“Can you at least tell me why they are crying?” she persisted.“You can talk to Nevina later, OK?” I said turning her around and out the door. I had my hands. It was a workout bobbing my head on hisdick. I finally gave in and said,I can't do this anymore... I'll stroke you off" He paused at first,but then said okay. I started to stroke him off, but he was so dry..so I slid my mouth around it again..and got it nice and wet...but I didn't just stroke him. I kept puttingit in and out of my mouth and stroking it off in conjunction.He loved it. His build up was coming.. I was stroking him when he saidhe was going to cum.. I stroked harder... and he. I moaned and shut my eyes, because he was looking up at me, watching my face, and I didn't want to think about who was making me feel this way. Oh, but his thick strong tongue was expertly sliding over my clit, turning it back and forth, sliding around in circles, and I gasped and clutched at the pink sheets my mother'd bought me only the previous weekend. I started getting...I didn't know...hotter all over....something so amazing was building up inside me, making my nipples hurt and want to. All you have to do is show up the day of the carnival."I was a little disappointed, because half the fun is coming up with the idea, but on the other hand, I imagined it would be something deliciously wicked.The day of the carnival dawned bright and sunny. It was a perfect day, and Jeff told me to meet him on the carnival grounds at 9:45, fifteen minutes before the carnival started. When I got there, I found Jeff next to a table set up about ten feet away from a big wooden backdrop."A pie.