Upon arriving at Mel's house I had to help her inside as she was too drunk to make it up the two steps into the house. I offered to help get her ready...for bed but she laughed and said she could handle it but if I didn't mind I could set her alarm clock because she had to work the next day.While I did this she went into the bathroom to change. About the time I finished with the clock she came out of the bathroom completely naked and laid down on the bed. I thought she had passed out so I stood. I continued down to his balls and gave them a quick massage with my tongue, they tasted so good.I came up out of his sleeping bag and surprised him with the most passionate cum tasting kiss ever, I broke away though and whispered into his ear, “My turn,” then gave him a kiss on the neck. James threw me off him with his beautiful body and jumped up on top of me. Again we made out once more, before he slithered down into my sleeping bag. The feeling of his lips on my head nearly made me cum right. He was looking for the architecture building. Talk about being way off. Like the helpful little angel that I am, I offered to guide the wayward young man to his destination. Along the way I learned a bit about him. Just as I suspected, he was half black and half white. His father Joseph Picard is French Canadian and his mother Adele Johnson is Jamaican. Oh, and he’s a devout Catholic. I should have heeded the little voice in the back of my head that warned me that Adam Picard was trouble with a. Every Friday night my dad would go bowling, and every Friday night from the time I was thirteen I would sneak off somewhere, so that we could make out. But once I turned 18, everything changed. One Friday we were coming back from my Uncle Dale’s house, and my parents had put a mattress in the back of their pickup to sl**p on while we were at Dale’s. The mattress fit in the truckbed perfectly. And fortunately for me, they left it in the truck when we all went to the bowling alley. I was nervous.