I stroked forward again, twirling my balls against hernipples, loving the feeling of those hard little pointsagainst my scrotum. I rubbed the head of ...y penisagainst first one and then the other breast while atthe same time, Kathy lightly nibbled Beth’s clit,sending Beth into her second orgasm.Kathy moved back to Beth’s face and kissed her, justinches from me. Both tongues thrust and caressed theother. “Have you ever tasted pussy before?” Kathyasked, but Beth shook her. That got Mike up out of his chair, heading for the mail room. He knew of one person, and only one, that fit the description, but there might be someone he was overlooking. He went through the trays until he found the one with the California plates in it, then started leafing slowly through the plates, reading each name carefully.It turned out that Mike knew most of the twenty-two California subscribers, by reputation, anyway. Several, he had met, at one time or another, but none seemed to fit. It is well known, common intel, among high school students, especially seniors, that guidance counselors are, for the most part, clueless. Naturally I ignored their alarums and applied to the three colleges that I knew well of — Harvard, Yale, Princeton.Deep down, I realized even back then that college would be a waste of my intellectual and creative talents. The three schools foresaw the misfit and, to their credit, postponed my acceptance.I mention this backstoryial tidbit only to put into. She rested her arms on his thighs as her mouth and hands worked on his cock. Don still had his heavy leather pilot gloves on and had one hand on the burner lever and the other on the back of Helen’s head. Damn, that leather was sexy. I need to get some of those. I resumed fucking her again with long, slow strokes. The experience was almost more than I could handle. My head was spinning, my cock was throbbing and my knees were weak. The smile on Don’s face had changed to an expression of.