She shivers as I run the cold metal across her bare skin, collecting my husband's cum. I bring the spoon to her lips and she parts them expectantly. I...slip the spoon between them and she smiles at the taste, eagerly licking the bowl clean before relinquishing it for the next spoonful. I always think you can tell the quality of a man from the smell of his balls and the taste of his cum. I look longingly at the hot load of semen filling the bowl of the teaspoon and contemplate cleaning her off. I started sweating in fright, but he continued to lift his ass for the waiting cock, with full might and force. Suddenly, I felt my dick sliding deep inside him effortlessly, like a knife into the soft butter. I was so tensed up and trembled, whereas he became relaxed and his face glowed in expectation. I felt a bit relieved to see him happy and started moving up & down rhythmically, as though I was mouth fucking him. His moans and groans increased with each push of my cock into him.Now, his. Both boys did as instructed and Jim was getting close. She stopped and told him to get up and join his friends. She got a purple wand out of her bag and lay on the bed. She pulled her bathing suit bottoms to the side revealing a shaved, wet pussy. She took the wand and turned it on and put it against her clit and encouraged the boys to keep jerking and she wanted them to cum on her tits and pussy as she watched. Steve and Max moved to each side of the bed where they could cum right on her tits.. My gamewas based on spin, drop shots, and lobs: I dominated the baselinerather than engage in the aggressive serve-and-volley game preferred bymy coach, who was always encouraging me to develop a stronger serve. Hedidn't disguise his surprise when I beat older, stronger boys: I had agood return of serve, a good eye for the line, and I tired my opponentsby making them run from one side of the court to the other. In short,subtlety trumped strength.In my first year in secondary school, I was.