"Keith, I don't know what to do about him. He's started to do that a lot lately. I don't know how to stop him. Do I punish him? How? This is totally o...t of my range of experience. He'll be eighteen in a couple of months and well, he's already bigger than me."Sipping the coke, I tried to think like Dad. Tried to figure out what he would have done. When I was seventeen, almost eighteen, I started getting into the party habit too, just like the rest of my friends. Dad taught me never to drink and. We all have those kinds of moments. I hope you enjoyed it. I certainly did." Her hand squeezed my arm and her smile broadened. "I think we all did."She glanced up and around the room and I dug deep for the courage to follow her gaze. All the other women and girls, except one elderly lady who seemed confused, smiled back at me. The teeny boppers were giggling softly and poking each other. Then someone laughed and it popped the tension -- and released an avalanche of laughter. They all laughed. Angie tickled my prostate and sucked me hard and fast. But every time I got close to the point of no return she stopped sucking and rubbing my special spot. This went on for twenty minutes or so and by then I was begging for all my worth to let me cum.Angie giggled and said, “Well baby you have made me happy so this time you have earned it.”“Thank you so much, Angie.” I said as sweat poured out of me.Finally she licks from the base of my shaft to the tip of my purple head and engulfs the. Mother Harrison once said, she thought humorously, that being a hard man in a mob like hers is a gamble; no it isn't, she was wrong. He could easily have gotten out of Viet Nam but it was Bob's safest option as Mother Harrison was being her more irrational self at the time. The Cong and facing another gentleman pointing a heavy gauge machine gun close quarters at him was the safest option. Bob saw it coming and he took the opportunity, dragging his closest thing to a friend along with him. IF.