"What are we going to do mister?" he said, smiling. (Several Weeks Later.)Paul Jr. was miserable. His Dad and Mom were having their friends theMerrils...over. Sitting through a dinner with two middle aged coupleswasn't exactly the 17 year old boy's idea of a good time. Paul Jr.,P.J., was a good looking boy. Blond hair, muscled build, he wasdefinitely a big fish in a small pond at school. As he looked at theother diners, he thought about all of the other much more interestingthings he could be. .. filling my body with heat... i kept sucking & swallowing as fast as i could so not even a single drop could somehow escape... his hard legs trembled almost uncontrollably& he pulled back until just the head was in me as it seemed he would keep cumming in me 4ever& i lashed my tongue all around his bloated glans as he splattered my feverishly swirling tongue with what felt like gallons of thick & juicy seed... i struggled 2 keep his hyper-sensitive cock-headclamped tight between my. Frank had admired Julia from their first meeting, and the pride and admiration had only increased over the years. Actually, there was some guilt that went with the admiration. The more he found out about what she did and the people she helped, the more embarrassed he felt about his own venal business. Years earlier, he had made a personal vow to leave the fashion business at some point and get into something with more substantive impact.After the last bite of food and the last sip of wine,. I had just had sex for the first time a few months back with a neighborhood boy, but his cock was kind of small, and it hardly hurt when he took my virginity. Unfortunately, that’s about all he did, because it was all over right after he popped my cherry. I guess I got the poor boy too excited, and he came almost immediately, got embarrassed, dressed in silence, and left. Uncle Joe pounded my pussy deliberately and thoroughly, riding me like a stallion in heat, and it wasn’t long before I.