Pop pulls back and is stroking is wet, spit over dick, boy I like that shit but that azz would be better. Smiling he nudges Kev and he moves away and ...eg stands and walks up to Pops. You want this azz nigga, slapping his on azz, well u gonna have to take it, like you want it. Pops grabs Reg and starts to French kiss him, rubbing his hands over his body, as Reg doing the same to him. Pops grabs his azz cheeks and pull them apart, still kissing him and Kev moves in and begins to lick his azz. He looked out for me. He wasn't an insensitive asshole like some older brothers. I really admired him—he faced the same treatment that I did, but he was always able to talk his way out of things, in a way I only wished I could. I thought he was really cool, and he had all these older friends who knew all these interesting thigns, and they wore clothes in styles and colors I didn't know existed, and said words I'd never heard... He didn't mind if I tagged along with him and his friends, and he'd. I was not afraid of it, since I had tasted my own, and knew it had no flavor…so down the hatch…in went his rock hard cock. It was just like one of Jenny’s flesh like dildos. Soft, ribbed, but it was warm, and I could actually feel his blood flowing through his veins if I pressed my lips down just right over it, and I could feel his skin slide over the ribs of his cock and I glided my mouth over it. It was nice, and I discovered it was not bad.Jenny was busy too, and wondered if she could. . I could hear the hum of a machine, so I knocked. “Is something wrong Stacy?” I asked, through the door.“No . . . well yes . . . well, I don’t know” she replied, clearly frustrated.“Can I come in?” I replied.“Sure, I guess so,” she said.I slowly opened the door, and there she sat on the bed, covering her top half with a sheet. Next to her on the night stand was a breast pump and 4 filled bottles. I could see a wet spot forming on the sheet.“What’s the matter?” I asked.“Well, I was pumping.