We hear from downstairs my parents calling up saying their goodbyes and the door shut behind them. You want to waste no time. You roll over to face me... your lips meeting mine frantically trying to undo my jeans and belt to free my cock. You manage this easily, its as though you’ve been rehearsing it in your dreams. You remove them along with my boxers to expose my throbbing cock. Without hesitation you break our kiss and engulf it, swallowing it whole, your lips against the base of my shaft. I. I said "sure". He parked his mini van at the outer edges of the cars that were there and we both walked into the store. He bought a couple small items and we walked back to his van. When we go in, he didn't start the engine but instead, just started talking. Before long, he reached over and took my hand, then began telling me how beautiful I was and how much he enjoyed my company. I knew what was happening and was not at all opposed to it. He was ruggedly handsome, about mid 30s, and had. "What?" she said."I liked him. He's an art student at the university. Although he was attentive to me, he couldn't take his eyes off you. I'm surprised you remember Dean at all. At the time you were all atwitter over Troy, who really doesn't fit your criteria, missy. He's a graduate student, too old for you. Dean fits, but if you're not interested, I'll drop it." I didn't say I wasn't interested, but... ah, heck, I'll probably never see him again."I chuckled. "You will if you visit my new. I was hoping Miss Debbie might be there, even be in the middle of a photo-shoot and pop out the door wearing a sex-queen outfit to talk to the receptionist, making me spunk my pants in the process. But I did cum in my pants looking at the lovely pics in the catalogue and asking the lady if I could buy some ‘spare’ pics please please please, oh please, I’m desperate for pics of Miss Debbie......My collection is so vast because I have to have anything I see, and online it’s unlimited nowadays. I.