..it felt oh so good. “That’s enough,” she said, “you be a good boy!” That last phrase was told to me every time I left the house from the... on, even during my college years. I think she knew I was getting’ horny! Well, a couple summers later during our raisin drying time we had to turn some trays of raisins to finish the drying process. Dad and my brother were working some long rows far away from the house and instructed Mom and I to turn several short rows behind our house, about an. For some reason, it seemed better to keep the whole thing with Jessica low-key. I put it out of my mind so that I could focus on the discussion of Buddhism that Mark initiated in class and which continued in The Bog after class.When I finished my last class of the day, I headed for my car, but rather than driving home, I drove over to Connie’s in Bridgeport. I parked in a lot on 26th Avenue and walked to the restaurant and asked for a table for two. I gave the hostess my name and Jessica’s. My cock was still throbbing away. She took her place on her knees between my legs and took my long cock in her hands. “Oh you’re a big boy, aren’t you?” she said as she admired my length and girth.I just smiled as she fixed her gaze on my cock. She started off with long slow strokes and slowly tightened her grip. She traced her finger over the tip of my cock and played with the precum that I had already worked out of my cock. She brought her finger to her mouth and licked it. “Mmmmmm, so. Keep sucking." He placed a hand on the back of her head and gently stroked her hair.Sally, still holding her daddy's prick, moved her tongue round and round his wide rim, tantalizing the many nerves located there. Her father bucked up hard when he felt her fiery tongue on his sensitive nerves, but she kept at it, enjoying his hot cock meat.Her tongue danced about the man's cock like a ballerina about the stage. She circled his wide rim again and again, flicking her tongue here and there. She.