My hands still on your head I pull your head in, as if I want you face to be buried into me. I can tell that you are getting aroused as well as I am....I want you to taste the juices from my climax. The motion of my hips and my hands guiding your head tell you that I am about to cum. As my juices begin to flow I can tell that your tongue is there to catch as much of the taste as you can. You then begin to work your way up my body with your tongue gliding against my smooth skin. I feel your. .." Keith was quite for a time and then said, "You can come over to my house some time, you know, I mean if you want too.' I smiled and answer, “Sure I'd like that." "I'll walk you home and you can drop off your things and then I'll show you where I live." "OK,” I said, and off we went.I became a regular guess at Keith's house for the first two or three weeks after school was out. We explored our sexual awakening at every chance we got. But we could never get very far before his Mom would be. Of course it was impossible to hide my erection as I came into the kitchen but Gianna was standing at the work counter with her back to me. She was dressed in a light chiffon housecoat that didn’t hide many of her charms, certainly not the soft curve of her buttocks and the swell of her hips. None of this did anything to lessen my stiff manhood so I stood behind and put my arms around her waist. ‘I want you,’ I said softly into her ear. She must have heard me because she wasn’t surprised,. I responded by gently stroking the back of my hand along the forearm that led to my thigh. Now I could see that Margaret was feeling very, very horny and she was into our little talk every bit as much as I was. By now the beer was running through Jeff. He announced loudly he had to go pee again (thanks, Jeff – didn’t really need the news flash). Margaret and I disengaged and smiled at him as weaved his way to the door. As he disappeared inside I flagged down my favorite bar tender and asked her.