”“I am a virgin, I swear Barb. I just make out with Michael and sometimes give him a hand job. I swear it's the truth! Don't make it sound like it...s a bad thing.”She still looked at me for a very long time. She didn't believe me then, “Okay, I believe you kitten. But he wants to do more?”I replied, “Yes ma'am. But I don't. I don't want to get pregnant.”“You can still have fun and not get pregnant, kitten. He doesn't like condoms? I'm guessing he just wants a blow job instead.”Just then Barb's. ?Select your next item, and whilst you are doing so I suggest you gather your thoughts, If you cum, we will start again. Go now, and be quick?He left the painted circle, and returned to the cupboard, he paused for a moment debating which item to choose, knowing his resolve and inner strength was fading, and that if he wasn’t careful his body would soon defy him, he selected the silk scarf, hoping that it wouldn’t be as sensual or intense as the vibrator and would give him chance to regain his. The next thing I knew, Carol was pulling down my zipper and fishing my semi-hard cock out.Carol started licking my cock from my balls to the purple sensitive head. I got hard fast from her sucking my prick. Her mouth was like liquid velvet, her tongue lapping and poking. I knew I should stop her, distracted driving is never a good idea, but god it felt great. I hadn't cum when we were at the movie theater and my balls were churning. She pulled her top down and leaned in to tit-fuck me. On. By this time, Miss Jenkins had removed her top and skirt, and was sitting in my chair furiously fingering her pussy. Unlike Jenny, Miss Jenkins only trimmed a bit of her glorious red haired bush. She had undone her hair clips, and allowed her hair to fall down across her breasts. One of the things I admired about Melanie Jenkins was that she was a sexual dynamo who was game for just about any sexual situation.The two lads, Master Johnson and Master Bates looked as though they were going to.