She suddenly moved, and he tried hard to not drop her. In doing so, his hand squeezed her ass, hard, when he was looking for a handhold.“Shit,” Da...id swore, shutting and locking the door behind them. He laid her carefully on her bed, and sat next to her body, wondering how he could not possibly control himself and get rid of the raging hard-on he now had.But first thing’s first, he thought. First aid. Have to see she’s all right.When Sheila woke up, she had no idea where she was. Then she. ”“Look, when is his sixteenth birthday?” Mum asked as I took a second glass of water.“Next Saturday,” Fran replied, slightly puzzled. “Shame, your be back home by then. Oh well. Polly go in the living room, and give Oliver an early birthday blow job.” Mum said matter of factly.“Yeah ok Mum,” I replied.“Very funny Chrissie,” Fran said as she with Mum followed me into the lounge.“Your Mum tells us you’d like a blow job for your birthday, from one of us,” Mum began. Oliver looked shame faced. She. Her hands moved quickly, ripping his plain T-shirt over his head and feeling all over his chest and abs. He felt so warm, so alive. She quickly became overwhelmed with desire and knew that she needed him inside of her. She stood and unzipped his jeans, pulling out the beautiful cock that she had already felt deep inside her twice in the past day. She lifted her skirt and realised that she hadn't even put on a thong before she left today. She wondered if anyone had noticed. She didn't care about. Stephen had been basically indoctrinated into the more Old Testament"fire and brimstone" teachings. He truly believed in a heaven...and hell,and in the manner of many extremely fundamentalist congregations thingswere absolute.On Wednesday night, the youth group was taken by bus to an ice skatingrink for Christian fellowship. Stephen really didn't want to go as hefelt sure that he would make a fool of himself by falling down as he haddone previously. His concerns were justified as he had not.