Why was he not touching me? Why was he just laying there with this dumb smile on his face and hands behind his head? Finally he asked, “aren’t y...u going to suck it?” I asked what it was I was going to suck. He asked me if I was going to give him head and I had no idea what that meant. I felt stupid asking. I heard of the term before but never asked what it meant. You have to keep in mind that I grew up secluded. He explained to me that it was sucking on his penis. I was totally put off. There had to have been more people in the boat. 'Well', he thought. 'No sense in looking a gift horse in the mouth.' After the hubbub at the dock had subsided, Bob drove home. It was still only 3:00 and he had to wait until later to return to the reservoir. He loaded up his flat-bottom boat on top of his van and waited until 5:00. It wouldn't get dark until 8, but Bob wanted to make sure he could find the beacon while it was still light. As he drove back to the reservoir, he listened to. She didn't resist at all. This was the best oral I had ever had. I've always fantasied about fucking Jane's face just like this, and now it was actually happening. She sensed what would be coming and broke off for a second telling me not to cum in her mouth. I was gutted. That part turns me on the most. I pleaded a little asking if I could cum in her mouth, but she was adamant against it. I was in a powerful position holding her head and thrusting into her mouth and could have easily continued. Have you been aroused all day long,’ Mitch asked as he drove the car. ‘My pussy has been so wet all day. It started when I received the flower you sent me earlier.’ ‘Spread you legs, Baby. And lift up you skirt so that I can see,’ he said to me. I lifted my ass off the set of the car and pulled my skirt up around my waist and spread my leg just like he had asked me. Looking down I could see my juices had once again coated my thigh. An the smell of my arousal was even stronger now making me want.