I loved to cradle his balls, feeling how full they were and how they would soon be emptied, then, almost whenever I wanted I'd just squeeze them gen...ly and he'd spunk his load. The first spurt would go 'splat' right at the back of my throat and the flood would gush all over my tongue. I loved its deep sea salty taste and always showed him what he'd done all over my tongue before relishing its taste and finally swallowing the lot. And so it went on. We celebrated my seventeenth birthday. As I grabbed my cock with my right hand, I turned the magazine around so that it was facing the door. This is my way of making sure she saw what it was that was exciting me. I wanted her to understand that many times before I had masturbated with her on my mind.I started my methodical pace up and down my cock and she too wasted no time. She instantly moved her right hand or top and pushed it behind the waistband of her panties. Within seconds she was now caressing herself rhythmically between. “Your place would be nice, I need a shower and to change my clothes. Riding from Oklahoma City in that old truck was hot, sweaty business.” I wasn’t going to ask her what was hot and sweaty about riding in a tractor like that one with the windows all rolled down on a cold early spring morning. I figured I already knew the answer.“Now, wait a minute! I never invited you to come stay with me. Hell, I don’t even know your name!”“Well, your name is Rupert Morgan and my name is Angel Vine, middle. Mimi watched Apollo as he began thoroughly exploring her room and his new home. He wandered around quite happily on her wooden floor, his little nails clicking and tapping with every step making Mimi giggle. He snuffled the corners, he investigated the open cupboards and he even tried squeezing himself underneath Mimis bed. When she dragged him out by his chunky back legs he complained bitterly and scampered off, diving head first into the dirty laundry pile. Mimi could hear him sniffing and.