" NO! Never, that is why I don't understand what the Professor means. My dad would deposit his load either in me or on me, but always on my backside. ...ever on my face or chest." And do you now, like the idea of someone shooting on your face and chest?"Immediately after Phillip asked that question he wished he had never asked it because Sally's eyes welled up.Her lower lip pouted as she fought back the tears, "Yes, damn it, yes I do!" And when he moved her head back to his chest Phillip. He teased my rubbing the head of my cock all over his tongue as he flicked his tongue all over it. I bursted out moaning, "Fuck!" I said... almost coming as pre cum spurted out the tip of my cock. It landed on his tongue and he continued to lick my cock before stopping. He watched my cum drip slowly down the side of my cock before he quickly licked up and then continued to suck me. It felt like he was sucking me even harder then before and I was shaking all over. Moaning so loud as I reached up. Now I’m going to make all those dirty little dreams of yours come true.” Belinda walked towards the bed, swaying her hips. Claire looked down to see that Belinda wore knee length, lace up boots, over her latex stockings, with sharp silver spurs attached above her high stiletto heels. She caught her breath. “Let me see you, Claire,” Belinda whispered as she took hold of the white sheets and drew them away. Claire tried to cover her nakedness with her hands. “It’s no good being shy,” Belinda. She didn’t have a lot of talent, but she was easily the hardest worker on the team, and no one was more competitive. Because of her low center of gravity and tough approach, he’d taken her from a backup outfielder and turned her into the starting catcher, which was always Keith’s position when he played baseball. On many occasions, they had stayed after practice to work on techniques, and he was always amazed how she seemed to absorb everything he taught her so easily. He knew she respected.