She handed me some change, too.“How, how did you buy four hundred tacos and get me change?” She must be a whiz at math or something.She looked at ...e.“Jim, how high are you?”“I’m completely sober. See?” I showed her the empty Coke bottle… which, upon closer examination, bore a striking resemblance to a tall bottle of Lowenbrau.“Fuck…”Maybe I overrated my sobrietitiousness. Sobrieticity. Maybe I wasn’t sober. There, fixed it.“Here’s your tacos, Jim.”I reached out and gently grabbed her arm.“Eat. " I said, "It was mostly just turning me on. I came out here to cool down a bit." "Did you cool down?" he asked. "No." I said and moved a little closer to him. We continued talking and flirting for a bit. The entire time I kept catching him looking at my boobs. He was wearing basketball shorts and I could see him starting to get hard. So I did what any horny teenager would do.... I grabbed his cock and started rubbing it. "Woah!" he said, as he moved my hand. "How old are you?" "I'm sixteen.". He continued to stroke and play, admiring her neatly trimmed bush, and her moist pussy. He imagined the ecstasy that would be produced when his lips and tongue made contact with her erogenous zone. Before going for it, He looked up at a very content and smiling Brandy and she enjoyed the sensual touches. He leaned forward separating her lush lip with my fingers; a hand touched on the back of his head and gently drew him in, as if he needed any persuasion. He fully extended his tongue and. "No, I don't mind, not at all. In fact, I remember a quotation from somewhere, hundreds of years old, about the perfect wife. 'A chef in the kitchen, a lady in the sitting room, and a whore in bed.'"She nodded and smiled a little, but I could still see she was still upset. "Well, I try to do all that, but Allan just doesn't seem to care any more. He likes fucking me when he is horny, he likes the things I do, the .. well, you know, oral sex? With my mouth?" I nodded and she continued, "To.