Without a word, Carson’s hand wandered under Armisen’s pants, wrapping around his sweaty staff. He skimmed his glans with his thumb, feeling the w...rm wetness leaking out. Carson started to stroke him, slowly, wringing him out like a rag. Armisen sucked in through his teeth, hissing as if his touch burned.“I can’t get cum on this bed,” he protested. “Then try not to come,” said Carson, squeezing tighter.He rolled his soft foreskin in between his fingers, feeling the veins of his cock swell under. ”“We would never say where we got it if we get caught. That would be stupid. We would say we paid some wino to get it for us.”“This Friday you say. I often walk the beach on Fridays so I might see you there. But buying alcohol for you is not a good idea. You better go, your next class is about to start.” I was not about to buy beer for the kids. I already broke a few rules last Friday just by being with them when alcohol was present.“Okay, Miss. Thompson. I hope we see you there. You might want. "I hope you havn't started without me", he said with a sly smirk on his face."You had better come in", I replied opening the door and revealing myself to him. He was smiling as his gazed looked me up and down. His smile grew as his eyes stopped on my breasts and again as they stopped on my wet pussy and thighs. "Well, well what have you been up to?", he said. With that he lifted me up so that my legs were around his waist I could feel myself getting horny again as my clit rubbed against his. He closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure. He felt her hands undoing his belt and sliding his zipper down. She reached inside his boxer shorts and freed his throbbing manhood.Bill was afraid to open his eyes. He had to be dreaming but he sure as hell hoped it was real. Her hand felt amazing as it stroked his cock, drawing a bead of precum from the tip. As good as her hand felt on his cock though nothing prepared him for the feeling of her warm, wet tongue as it slid over the tip of his length.