I was good at that. Not a particularly good wingman, but I'm good at interference for my lady friends. I'm either "boyfriend," "big brother," or "gay ...riend." Gay friend" was my favorite. I'm 100% straight, but comfortable enough with my sexuality that I can fake being gay well enough that it makes fuckboys like the ones who tried to hit on Joanna that night very uncomfortable and leery. That night, however, I did not do "gay friend." At Joanna's request, I played "boyfriend."At the first bar. Single. Time.Bad behavior was rewarded. Good behavior... well we didn't see a ton of that, but what little there was wasn't rewarded nearly so nicely. Maybe that was in part my fault, but I was exhausted, constantly waiting for the next ball to drop, constantly nervous.The school talked about getting our child into some kind of behavioral special education program. I was all for it - maybe there they could get some real consequences or... something. Something that they weren't getting at home,. Then, I kissed my way above to the junction of her breasts. Kiara, reached back to unfasten her brassiere, but I grabbed her hands, swept them high over her head, turned her around and rammed her against the wall. She could feel my enlarged member against her buttocks now, as it rubbed against her ass crack through my Armani. I filled her in my arms, and pressed her to me, trying to feel, touch and stroke every part of her body as if she would burst into flames any minute. I reached up then,. Not a lot of cum but he tasted sweet. One by one the guys came up. Some of them needed a little head. But most just needed me to moan and tell them "please baby I need your cum all over me." Some guys came on my tits, but most on my face. I was so happy. By the time my favorite guy came up to me, my entire face was coated and cum was dripping off my chin and onto my tits. He stuck his cock in my cum drenched mouth and I moaned gratefully and even tried to say thank you around his massive dick,.
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