Then he began to sort through the events of the previous eveningand was thunderstruck at what he thought had happened. But he stillwasn't sure; it all...seemed like a dream. In fact, it had kind ofhappened in a dream - of sorts.He remembered falling asleep in the car as it sped home only toawaken groggily to the sight of Mrs. Bishop's bare breast juttingout from her open blouse not an inch from his eyes. The ensuingevents now tumbled into his memory ending with them getting out ofthe car. By that. "Mmmm, I’ve longed for this moment, Masa. I even wore your favorite Hanes RHTs in Gentle brown—the sexiest and finest stockings available.” Our tongues tangled as we made up for lost time. The long, French kiss was only a prelude to what was coming. I slowly ran my hands down the back of her dress, caressing her radiating body beneath the thin fabric. I could feel everything—her bra, garter belt and straps, panty line, and tops of her stockings. As I continued to feel her up, my dick stiffened. ‘Did you tell your parents we were here?’ ‘No. They were heading out on a trip around the states for the summer, I didn’t want mom to worry that I was getting into another mess, so I said nothing.’ They said nothing either, they just looked outside. I decided There was plenty of time to string the lights I had promised. So I got the ladder out and hooked to the house. They came out to help and soon we had lighting from the garage to the house. I had run the lines so they could be turned on or. I continued to lick it until I reached his asshole. I paused when I did and Brady had stopped sucking my finger, he was expecting the next part. I waited with my tongue ready. Then as soon as he began sucking my finger I started moving my tongue around his asshole. He loved this and his moans increased in volume and quantity. I then made my tongue hard and put it right on the entrance of his asshole. With the motion of my entire body I began tongue-fucking him. As I did this he took spat my.