Finally she felt her nose crushed against his pubic hair. He wrapped his fingers into her hair and groaned as he filled her throat with sperm. She tri...d hard to swallow it all, but she had to pull his dick out and let him fill her mouth with most of it.She looked up at him and smiled as she swallowed his cum. He pulled her to him as he sat up. She sat in his lap as he began to lick her puffy nipples. He bit them as he pulled on them with his fingers. He eased her back on the couch and pushed. “Carl, this is… What’s your naaaame?” She turned to Fitz, laughing. “Matthew Fitzgerald,” he answered. “FITZ.” “I’m Deirdre, Dee,” she nodded. “This is Caaarl.” “So… are you guys on a date?” yelled Fitz, holding the joint out to Carl, who declined with a tight smile and shake of his head. “NO,” Deirdre answered a tick too quickly, “Carl is my advisor’s graduate assistant. We’re great buddies!” Carl tried gamely to suppress the wince of humiliation on his face but Fitz had caught it. He looked. He's big, and burly, with his Dad's abundance of dark hair. With the typical contrariness of youth, it looks like he's going to follow his Dad's career as well. A while ago he asked me the kind of questions about his birth parents' lives that it was very difficult to answer. I decided to write this memoir for him. He isn't squeamish, but he'll be embarrassed by the sex. He's known about our S&M devotion since he was eighteen, because I insisted we told him. Thankfully he's open-minded enough to. “It will cause trouble,” she said. “For your mother too. I’m sorry about that,” she said.“You don’t know my mother,” said Nathan, picking at a patch of paint on his arm. “She’s much tougher than he is.”“She was very kind,” said Flossie. “She’s got a very good heart for a white...” Flossie stopped, embarrassed that her own racism was showing.Seeing him pick at the paint on his arm reminded her of the paint remover he had obtained. The girls had told her about it, but she hadn’t used it yet. She.