He was still sitting and his cock was going soft, as I had changed the whole mood by shouting loud. “Why Adam…?” I said as I leaned over him. My...face was so close to him, “Why are you making me do this?” I said. He could feel my warm breathe, his lips were so close to mine, and I kissed him. He kissed me back, and we kept kissing till I went on my knees. He moved the chair a little and turned to sit, facing me. I looked up at him. He wanted it from me, and I wanted to give it to him. I moved. Looking up at his face, I could see the insides of his nostrils, they looked like powered donuts. Still, he was gentle, prying my lips open, pushing his fingers into my mouth, watching me expectantly until I started sucking on them, putting my tongue to work as our gazes fastened. My heart began to pound like a drum as I sucked on his ebony digits, lips parting to form a circle, mouth filled with saliva, taking them in like I would a cock. Like I said, even at sixteen, I knew what pleased a. It wasn't his grades. Like most of the football team, the young halfback was enrolled in a less than challenging curriculum, and since he actually did have half a brain, he didn't even need a tutor that often. It wasn't even his future. Even if, God forbid, he was horribly injured and could never play football again, his father's chain of car dealerships had a cushy job lined up for Victor. And he'd proven to be a pretty good salesman, too, during his summer jobs. Especially to the women.. He paused and smiled, happy that they were enjoying themselves.After shaving and splashing a little after-shave on, he went back to his recliner. The girls had retrieved the magnum of champagne from the bar and had it between them. He took a quick check of the bottle and saw that they had probably had another glass while he was shaving and they had another full glass in front of them now. He started to say something and then figured that he would just let them alone and shoo them off to bed.