One hand grabbed my penis and the other my balls. Betty took a deep breath and whispered about how good my crotch smelled. She licked the ooze off the...tip of my penis. Her lips encircled the head of my penis, then moved down the shaft, and sucked when they moved back out. It only took a few minutes of this until I was ready to orgasm. Betty had been so bad I decided she didn't deserve another orgasm. I grabbed onto her head to guide it up and down. Her fingers gently kneaded my balls. The other. She wanted this, she wanted us to have sex, and thiswas her excuse, this was how she would forgive herself, I could gowith that. But something felt wrong here. I realized I couldn'tdo it. I wanted no false pretenses between us. Not even pretendfalse pretenses. "Oh, Jennifer, I'm not really gay, you know," Isuddenly blurted out solemnly. "Not exactly, anyhow. Not even alittle." Idiot! I almost bit my tongue. Was I ruining my big opportunity? "Not usually," I added to mollify her. Not to mention my cock was starting to swell.“Well, that’s that,” she told me, which disappointed mebecause I wanted this haircut to last forever.She removed the drape in a way she never did before, andsome hair fell down all over my crotch. She looked.“I can’t believe I did that. I hope it doesn’t affect mytip,” she said.“Depends on how well you clean it up,” I replied. She gave me a smile, reached down and picked the hairoff my crotch. She. The woman stayed in front of him, her mouth wide open, waiting for him to cum. It only took a few seconds before the man began shooting ribbons of spunk onto her face, a face that was already covered with spunk. She had spunk in her hair, across her eyes, running down her cheeks.As the man continued to cum, she took his cock into her mouth, taking the last of his cum.Once he had finished, the man just turned away.“Go on son,” the man by his side said, “your turn, be as rough as you like.” He.