To feel my mouth fill with thick, hot cum, and to taste the sweet saltiness of it. I vividly recall the first time I ever felt a dick in my mouth...I...was in middle school...a pal and I been engaging in mutual fondling...an older boy had recently sucked my dick, and of course I told my pal. So one day we just decided to give it a try. I remember exactly how I was at once pleased with the softness of a dick in my mouth and doing it to a boy. I remember how intensely captured I was by the visual. My had is back on your inner thigh and you feel it applying pressure, urging you to spread your legs further apart. With only a moment’s hesitation, you do, letting out a small sigh as you resolve to let this happen… The icy licks up the inside of your thighs are almost too old until you feel my hands there, teasing you at first, then letting them rest there until the warmth is back. You feel my breath… warm on your already hot pussy and then the extreme change as you feel the ice… just the tip. She gave out a low murmur in recognition of the contact and remained bent over for the next, which arrived almost immediately. Dan repeated the strokes again on each side of her bottom then reached for the hem of her skirt lifting it clear of her cheeks and up over her back. She was wearing white cotton regulation knickers and suspenders in black, stretching down to the wide welt of her stockings. The redness of her cheeks flushed from around the crisp edge of her knickers where Dan had laid. Some of the sketches were probably assignments, but some I am sure were not. I glanced at one that may have begun from a drinking-fountain there, but grew more elaborate in the telling, as it were, and surely had more and more varied birds around it than there was ever in one place and moment in Mount Vernon Square - though they may have been somewhere in Mount Vernon Square that day. I always looked for her, I usually stopped if I saw her, and once in a while I commented on her work,.