Rebecca hummed happily as she drank in the sweaty, salty taste of her husbands ball sack. She rolled both of his sperm filled nuts deliciously in her ...outh, wishing that she could suck the hot male sperm directly from them.Robert stroked up on his cock and a thick flow of warm pre-cum ran down the length of his shaft. He quickly pulled his balls from Rebecca's mouth and replaced them with the bulging, purple head of his prick. Rebecca sealed her lips around the meaty cock and slid them down. "No, I don't," I replied, shocked by her touch. What if Mr. Johnson walked back in?"Mr. Johnson is not happy with your test scores and would like me to help you study for the final exam. He thinks you can do better. Can you do better, Alec?" "I mean, I guess so. A little tutoring would probably help. How much do you charge?"As she reached up to stroke my cheek, she said smiling, "I think we can come to an arrangement suitable to us both."What does that mean?"Okay. Thank you," I answered,. It added to the mysticism of the moment. She pulled a tin can out of her cart, one she had filled with pebbles and scrap metal. It made a very effective rattle. She was still shaking it seven minutes later as the last notes faded.We didn’t look behind us, and when I heard clapping I looked back in surprise. There must have been three dozen people standing there. One woman held her three year old child up, and the girl dropped a five in her rattle. Her can was full of bills and change in no. I kept my eyes on her. I knew she was feeling the heat, and my talking would just make it easier for her to dodge the bullet. Still all things considered, her next words stopped me in my tracks. "We've been doing it for the last couple of months," she said. "Last week, he and I talked. I told him I couldn't continue to cheat on you any longer. He suggested, well, what we did here tonight." "He knew I was in there then didn't he?" I said. She looked down. Fucking-A, talk about being.