Let’s jump straight to the story, I’m sure no one is interested to know what is my dick size or where do I live. It’s a long story but I’m sur... you would enjoy every bit of it.I was in my 11th class and my brother went to his college. we lived in the Army flats and next to our door there lived a family (husband, wife and 2 kids). Uncle was posted somewhere else and his family was living in the Army quarters. Both the kids were in 5th and 6th std. But the most amazing thing about that family was. 'But now put out your hands.' I extended my arms, and Alan slipped what seemed like miniature boxing gloves over my hands, securing then around my wrists. 'To protect your hands,' he said, and Nigel's giggle earned him a minatory glare from his master. Outside, the sun struck hot on my pale, bare skin. About to mention the advisability of sun-blocker, I opened my mouth to speak. Then I closed it again, for our destination was obviously the barn. The glare in the yard made it difficult to see,. After a few more slurps on the mans dick, he came quite hard into the females throat, and she had a bit of trouble keeping it down. Though, after a few gulps she removed her mouth from the mans tool and moved to the black tool, swiftly wrapping her light pink lips around it and quickly sucking off the man, and eagerly swallowing his load. And, the blonde moved over to her final customer, and she was able to admire his member before shoving the massive length into her throat. Her groin called. As it turned out he was a big dealer. He sold pretty much everything from under the counter. After the police shut it down, he asked us to start selling for him. It was good. It was our last year of high school, but I thinks e all knew that we would continue selling rather than go to college in a few months. Too much money. Cole and Tyler did the apartments and condos. Sarah, Samm, and me did our churches. Ironically, Samm, the Methodist, and Sarah, the Catholic, did way better at selling.