"Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with? You seem a little lost." I should have said lost in your stunning light blue eyes, but I was just a...sixteen year old squirt. Didn't have any game yet. "I'm fine thanks, just uh a little tired." "Okay, well hurry home and get some rest, it's important." When she smiled I thought I died and went to heaven. As she walked away her heels clicked and her hips swang back and forth and at that moment I was hooked on Mrs. Brooks. We didn't cross paths. The boy had scowled at her, and muttered an oath under his breath. HE had better watch HIS ass, Sue thought. I'll kick it for him, and send him crying home to Mama. He had, one time, before, tried to bully her, and she had defended herself. She had used her cheer leading training to kick him in the chin, breaking his jaw, and taking out several teeth. He had steered clear of her ever since.A friend of hers, Whitney, had brought a couple of bottles of REAL champagne, and had offered her a glass. He pulled out his dripping fingers and released Jenna, letting her crumple to the floor on her knees gasping and coughing. “Take a deep breath, Jenna,” he grunted, an impatient edge in his voice. He sucked her sweetness from his fingers then peeled off his damp shirt and shorts, freeing his swaying black shaft. Once more, he clamped his hands at the sides of her head. “Take a deep breath…” Jenna, still gasping for breath, suddenly found her wide open mouth being stuffed with the head of. My ass squirmed and squirmed on that sofa, and my body actually became more and more sensitive, and the rough covering of the sofa felt more and more rough on my bare ass. Eventually, I kept it up in the air, giving Ronnie a better angle for his tongue, and I threw my head back, over the arm of the sofa, in pure pleasure.After what felt like mere seconds, but was probably more like 10 minutes, Ronnie moved, bringing his hand to replace that golden tongue on my clitoris. Using his thumb, he.