I felt like I was going to black out. This was the best head I’ve ever gotten. She worked her soft lips around my balls and licked the entire length...of my cock. I stood her up, and I took a seat in the office chair. She climbed on top of my thighs, and slowly inserted my cock into her tight pussy. It felt like she’d never been fucked before, at least not a good, rough fucking. I instantly felt her pussy grip my cock and she leaned over to let out a moan into my ear. I thrust my hips, and shoved. “Let’s go Bradley!” shouted Mom. “I’m coming, geez!”“Don’t you start any trouble you hear me?” my dad said angrily,” You know how your grandmother is into old fashioned punishment and you don’t want a whipping do you?” I sat staring out the window and totally ignoring my parents as I did not wish to speak to them at all. Finally I got to Grandma’s. I walked in and said hi. “Oh Bradley so nice of you to come” she said as she tussled my hair. “Ummm Grandma my parents made me come!” “I know but I. I wanted tosee it, to taste it, to witness the shuddering ecstasy of the boy and thebolts of creamy spunk which were about to pump from his glisteningcockhead.I released his trembling cock from my mouth, and stared greedily at theexposed knob, still working it with my free hand. Even now Gillesresponded to my gentle wanking movements, moaning as I gave him a final fewmoments of tingling pleasure by working the foreskin back and forwards overthe shiny mushroom of his knob, willing him to shoot. Refastening my pants, I headed down to the motel lounge. As I went by the desk I said, “eight” to the manager. He nodded.Several guys at the bar recognized me and offered to buy me drinks. I started with bourbon on the rocks. I knew them by appearance and first name, the same way they knew me. There were four tonight, the number varied from three to five, and each drew a folded slip of paper. There were times written on them, a half hour apart, starting at eight-thirty.After my second drink I.