Filled with energy and passion, I was kissing him back, and my every sense was on edge. I could smell my own juices as our lips broke, but the kiss ke...t on going, our tongues slathering over each other in plain sight. He just felt so right; I could not get enough of him. But now that we were at my place, I could fix that. I finally tapped his chest with both my a flat palm softly, while my cell-phone hummed in the other.“Listen, we need to get inside. How can we get over the fence?” I asked him. To say that I was beginning to get excited by watching the way she knew exactly what she was doing would probably have been an under estimate. I immediately guessed that she was no novice when it came to the art of fellatio and when Jason suddenly stiffened my instincts were proved to be correct because I instinctively knew that she’d just swallowed his semen and wasn’t going to let any escape. Now realising that if my vagina was wet by watching what my grandson was doing then Carol’s must have. ..Take care, Steffi, you too, you pitifulpiece of shit." Doug left, laughing. I began to cry in earnest, feelingintense humiliation. Doug had already told the boys down at the MontgomeryGrill that I was a wimp...and now it would be worse! I envisioned Doug and his friends taking their belts andwhacking my ass and making me clean the house, scrub things and generally jumpto their command...oh Jesus. But then Steph sat me down and began stroking my cock."I'm just trying to teach you to be a good. "Do the ice cream freeze ... Strike your pose ... Can you do themilkshake? Shake it shake it down low," Brad sang as he went through thethree-minute song to start his exercises. And after only nineteen moretimes, Brad was convinced he had exercised enough and headed for theshowers.The next day, one of the chaperones woke Brad up early."Get dressed," the woman said. "You have a big day ahead if you." Huh?" Brad asked, still half asleep."You won the Hannah Montana makeover."Brad jumped up in bed.