My fingers still gripped his hair tightly and I released my grasp. My breathing was gradually returning to normal. He pulled his finger out of me smoo...hly and put it in his mouth. I looked down at him and he stared into my eyes as he sucked my juices off and pulled his finger out of his mouth with a grin. I could feel the air on the fluid between my legs and knew I was still quite wet. He leaned in again and licked across my pussy lips swallowing all…Then he stood up leaned in and slanted his. Good feelings resume down there."I choose who I think is best. It's not about being a senior and getting special privilege." I'm a much better singer than those girls." I'm looking for more than great singing. I'm looking for performance." Rebecca isn't that good of a singer or a dancer. I mean she's ok but not compared to most girls in choir."I chuckle. It is an accurate assessment of Rebecca. "There are going to be many times that I will need someone in the choir holding a mic and I was. Little Debbie was really and totally sick of being little. Being little sucked donkey dick big time. Not that she could suck donkey kick. She had trouble sucking those Vienna sausages her mother kept leaving around the kitchen for the family to snack on and everybody knew those weren't normal dick sized, much less donkey dick sized.Little Debbie had never seen a real live dick, but she knew what they looked like. Last year when she was thirteen, she had discovered her parent's stash of porno. "It must be ... delightfully tacky ... yet unrefined." Ian smiled at this last remark and understood, as did I. He turned back to the front and rested his head back."Hooters it is," he remarked, and I pulled out of that parking lot like a bat out of hell. I started rambling to Ian, as is usually my custom when I smoke, about many things here and there. I first felt it my duty to explain to him the many facets of fundamental smoking knowledge. I found myself telling him how to roll a joint,.