But a lot of it dribbled out and fell onto the cushion you’re sitting on.”I froze. “I hope you cleaned it up?”“No.” She said, “How could...I? The thought of you sitting on his cum is such a turn on, but I guess it’s dried out now.” Dee leant forward and unzipped my flies and pulled my achingly hard cock out. “I’ll show you what I did to him.” She then went down on me, sucking my cock into her mouth. Then she pulled away and lifted my cock up and sucked in my balls in turn. She looked up at me.. She sat sipping her coffee for a moment before answering. The smile that grew on her face just before she spoke told me I was in for some ride. ‘You like her, don’t you?’ Shrugging my shoulders seemed to be the only thing I could think to do. It wasn’t enough for her and she sat waiting, occasionally sipping her coffee as I analyzed her question even more, perhaps more than I should have. ‘Well the way she kicked that tire spoke volumes, she has one heck of a temper on her, yet she channeled. She knew her mother would approve - her daughter was finally growing up, learning to act responsibly by taking care of men without being told. Geeta knew that if she was attending to her uncle, her mother would not expect her to help cook dinner. It would be a solid ninety minutes before dinner was ready.She brought the tea down to her uncle, setting it on the coffee table. She turned as if to leave. "Oh do stay, Geeta!' said her uncle. She pretended to hesitate, then sat down next to him, her. Dad agreed, so I figured that I looked like what the older generation wanted out of a hero. Every little bit helps!School was utter chaos, what with the TV stations all being represented. A few radio stations were even present. The local newspaper actually had three reporters assigned to the event, including a woman who was supposed to cover the “young adult” feelings over what had happened. I suspected that she was in for a surprise, or maybe it was the editor.The principal had given up on.