” Everyone laughed uproariously. “Mitch, how about you?” Tracy challenged. “Let me guess, on Misty’s desk at school?” Becca speculated. Mi...ch shook his head. “No, actually—” “That was before Mitch,” Misty admitted. “My ex-husband, actually. Don’t worry, it was like, nine o’clock at night when we did it. It wasn’t during the school day.” “On the roof of a house,” Katie offered. “On the fourth of July.” “Mitch, we still haven’t heard yours,” Tracy teased. “Umm,” Mitch thought about it for a. "She looked up at me, startled and hurt. Without a word, she stood up as the tears began again, and strode to the front door. She opened the door and never looked back as she walked down the sidewalk to her car, got in, and drove away. The momentary satisfaction I felt when I let my tongue wag before I put my brain in gear left me suddenly, and I felt terrible. Maybe she deserved it, maybe she didn't, but I should have been a bigger man than to let such pettiness take over. I mentally kicked. It feels good to touch it. I streach the panties tightly around it and can see its outline through the soft nylon. The shape of the head and the veins of the underside. Mmmm it looks so nice. Then I see a small wet spot beginning to soak through the panties. I can see the little hole as the panties become transparent through the wet spot and there's a drop of precum soaking through the panties. I stick my tongue out to taste it. No! You shouldn't! Yes! I want to! Thoughts run through. ?” “Yeah.” I stood up and stripped and stood in front of him. He reached out and stroked me, teasing me as I watched him, and finally he smiled and bowed his head. As he ran his tongue around the head of my cock, he stroked my shaft and played with my balls. He looked up and asked, “Is it good?” “It’s incredible. Here, let me lean against the wall.” We changed positions and soon he started swirling his tongue around the top of my shaft. He then took me inside his mouth and worked the head.