It was hell sexy feeling having that blowjob with red hot lips. When she rubbed her lips over my penis it was heaven.I just can’t express the feelin.... Her lips and her tongue were playing an excellent role in my penis. I was in heaven while mouth fucking her. Holding her hair I deep throated her and she was also enjoying it all. I told her to stop when I was going to ejaculate. But she refused and drank all the warm juices.Now it was my turn and I started kissing her all over. I fingered her. Back and forth, gathering speedand moist friction until I blow my load into his face.I stumble over and sit naked on his bunk. He half crawls overthen pulls himself up beside me. The cum is still trickling downhis chin but he has a smile - and I guess I have a sheepishgrin. I don't know what to say, but he goes in to wash up. Hecomes out and sits by me again, the lipstick is freshened up. Hetells me he goes by Christine, or some places just Chris. Istart to tell him that I'm not gay but Chris. Let’s go inside, Ken.”Instead, she dug a second joint from her coat pocket and handed it to Ken to light. He could tell from her flushed face and loosened posture, that something, either he or the pot, was having a beneficial effect on her. He hoped it was him, but suspected the weed.“How old are you, Ken?”The question caught him by surprise. “30. Can I safely ask your age in return?”Alicia accepted the joint and put it between her lips. “You’re younger than me, wow. I’ve never dated a guy. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin.Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The grave site was piled high with flours.Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.Born and bread in Minnesota, Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with.