His body tensed and he released his load deep into Jenny’s pussy. Jenny could feel the warm cum trickling out of her pussy when Adam pulled out. H... moved to her head and shoved his limp cock into her face. “Clean it slut.” He said, “You know you want to, you dirty whore”. Jenny obeyed and opened her mouth. She ran her tongue up and down the shaft of Adam’s limp dick and cleaned her own juices off of him. She sucked the tip and made sure that every last drop of cum was out of him. “My. I remember that it felt so much better than when I would hump the pole and I started to get hard. Then I heard someone coming so I quickly put on my underwear and got dressed. I had a couple of classes before the end of school where I would have to wait about 30 minutes for the bus and I couldn't stop thinking about how good it felt when he touched me. When school got out, I found him about to get on his bike to ride home and said lets go to the locker room because since there wasn't any sports. Halanki mere chhote se jiwan kaal main maine kayi lund dekhe the parantu aisa tagra lund sirf blue film me dekhi thi. Unhone mere sar ko pakra aur bole chal randi choos mera lawra. me madhosh hokar lund gale takleke chusne lagi. Bahut sakht tha. Meri muh ko kisi ki gand ki tarah chodi ja rhi thi. Pure lund ka swad muh me jam sa gaya. Pura lund mere thik se sarabor ho chuki thi. Fir lund nikalkar meri gown faar kar mujhe chumne lage me v lipatkar pura anand le rhi thi meri black bra utar chuki. "Cloudless climes and starry skies," she repeated. "That's Byron, isn't it?" It is," I confirmed. I could have added that I had the happiest memories of this particular poem. On two occasions in my student days I had trotted it out in circumstances not unlike these, walking a girl in a secluded spot on a starlit night, and it had got me laid both times. Nor, may I say, had I any bad conscience about having put Byron's wonderful lines to this use; from what I knew of him, I felt he would have.