Her story was interesting, he remembered her mother disowned her, and she became one of the head honchos for the anti-sex school movement. "It's so st...ange to meet you in person." "Star-struck already fresh meat? Well, you're on the same level as me now, you got in for a reason, you know," She smirked caustically and took a bite of the granola bar that she had brought out of her backpack. Her odd, erratic personality made him laugh again, "So, your name is gonna be in history books?" I guess. I go there 3 days a week and work out and use the sauna. For a man of my age I do what I can to keep fit. I don't want to end up like a statistic like my father, who died of heart disease when he was only 55. I'd lost my mother when I was 15 after she'd been diagnosed with cancer. It moved through her body like a wildfire and she succumed to it in only 3 months. My dad did a great job raising his only child and we had a great relationship. My grandparents, on both sides, were long gone so after. He unzipped his suit trousers and reached into the tented front of his tight black boxers beneath. His erect cock looked huge as he sprung it from its confinement. He pushed the shaft forward towards his girlfriend and he snarled menacingly. He caught her by the hair again and guided her to him. “You fucking dirty bitch,” George hissed as he pushed his thickly veined shaft into Gemma’s willing, hot mouth. He put both hands behind her head, and shoved his cock deep into her throat. When Gemma. The piss spattered against her front teeth and lips, sending fine droplets all over her face.The resulting spray was nearly blinding. She turned her head one way, then the other, trying to avoid the piss. But David kept up with her, spraying into her mouth, then into her hair, finally winding up wetting down her eyes and ears with his piss. She fell back, her legs kicking out once more and nearly up-ending the young stud. He swore at her, never stopping his steady spray of piss. Behind her,.