I remember being preoccupied with an experiment that hadn't been going well. The machine I was using kept on munching my sample with nothing to show f...r it. Time would later reveal that it was part blind alley and part faulty machinery, but it didn't help me then. The night before the Penn trip, we went to an Orioles game. It went into extra innings, which wasn't good for the whole 'getting an early start tomorrow morning' ethic. Still, any game in which the O's bullpen doesn't blow it is a. “Are those pictures of you fucking mom?” she asked sounding like the sister I grew up with.“Not just pictures, videos too,” I tell her with a little pride.“Would Sir mind sharing them with this undeserving set of holes?” she asked staring at the image of our mom her face covered in mascara and cum.“Come sit here,” I say patting my lap, “But get rid of those clothes first.”She is naked before I could blink, and she plants her dripping pussy on my bare thigh. I relinquish control of the computer. Just like the camp out the other night, Lynn was once again feeding me his cock. and I was liking it way to much. I will never forget sucking Lynn’s cock, I loved it, he grabbed my head and I sucked him till he started gaging me then pulled out and he jerked off all over the floor. Cum flew and I was so amazed…Lynn always returned sucking and sometimes we would 69 till we spewed on each other.Sometimes we would meet in the woods just to jack each other off, behind his house lay ounces of our. Yourlittle clit bobbing up and down as you suck their big cocks for me." You know I get hot watching you with another man...I can't help it..." And now you're flirting with strangers. I'm not sure I like that. Yourlittle peepee isn't much but it belongs to me and I don't like to sharemy toys." I swear I wasn't flirting I was..." But I bet you're walking around with your tiny hard on poking the frontof your pants, making a spectacle of yourself, aren't you?" But I don't mean to, I can't help.