His cock was so far down my throat that I could feel his pubic hair, of which he had a lot, tickle my nose. God this felt good!I tucked my fingers int... the waistband of his jeans and pulled them down to the floor. I wrapped my hands around the back of his thighs and let him fuck my throat. I wanted to feel his mouth on my tool, but I was transfixed with having this cock in my mouth. I was in heaven, Valhalla, whatever; this was bliss.After a couple of minutes, I felt him pull his cock out of my. When I got home, I told my parents about the trip and how much fun Sara and I had. If they only what kind of fun they would have both had heart attacks. I still livedwith them because I was planning to go to college near their house if I couldever get the hang of courses that would hold me back. They eventually hired a tutor for me, as I said, a story for another day.My mother handed me my messages from callers on the house phone. Most were happy birthdaywishes from relatives. I saw one from. We’re all sooo proud of you.”“Arlene has become a little old and is losing her edge,” Selina tried to say straight-faced as she came over.Arlene faked walking with a cane before hugging Selina again.After a few minutes of rehashing the last of the game, they all adjourned to the kitchen for a late-night snack. Tosha tried to leave, supposing that the family would want to be alone this close to bedtime, but a laughing Arlene grabbed one arm and Joyce the other. Leaving just now was not going to. 30 till 4.30 being lusted over at close quarters by a dozen or so men, better ways to amuse herself than teasing them the way she did, but Miranda couldn't think of any off hand. That the men in question had been (and would remain) incarcerated for years in a high security prison, cooped up without even the sniff of a woman only added to her enjoyment. She knew how sex-starved and frustrated these guys were and she relished playing the lead role in their fevered imaginations. She liked to.