"That was ages ago," I said, shaking my head, it was amazing that name had stuck around for so many years, even when we were in high school. Ted's nam... was Stretch, because of his long arms and his ability to palm a basketball with ease. My name was obvious. I had been the fastest person on both our football and basketball team."Can't believe you returned home after all these years," Ted said with amazement."Yeah," I shook my head. It had been sixteen years since I had come home to this. ”“You’re mean,” you said, pouting but still enjoying the intense ache that I was giving you.I ran my hands over your ass, down the back of your legs, and back up again getting closer and closer to your pussy. I could feel the heat, and there was a long glistening strand of clear, thick liquid stretching from your pussy halfway to your knees.I wound that strand around my finger, almost all the way up to your lips, but stopped, and reached around, giving you my finger to lick.“Taste your pussy,”. Which just resulted in a third load he beat off in his hand, and they took turns licking it up.After they got dressed, the older boy hugged Steve close, and told him they probably wouldn't be seeing each other again; that he had to go away, and that was why he was glad their last time together was so good. He told Steve to wait for a while before leaving, so no one would know they'd been together. And then he was gone. Steve lay down in the leaves where his friend had been, and after what. "In the other room, I know Karissa hadn't finished. She was taking her time, milking it. The building seemed to be shaking with our deception - Karissa's and mine. I could almost feel her coming to a climax, see her cumming on Maxwell's dick.Then, everything stopped. I heard a door close in the hall, then another door slammed. Jean was shouting. Tabb and I looked up. He was slouched over me, my breasts pressed to the table, but I could see it all. "Don't stop," I said frantically. "Don't."But.