I was getting so wet that my juices were spreading over my thighs and even my ass crack. He laid me back on his desk and licked my clit until I was so...hot I couldn't stand it. He bent me over the desk and licked my ass cheeks. His hands spread my ass cheeks apart and he tongued my tight asshole, making me squirm and moan. He started tongue fucking my ass. Then he lubed up his cock and started to slide it into my tight asshole. It was too BIG. I knew it wasn't going to fit. I bucked away from. He was standing against me in an oversized hockey jersey, hiding his cute little butt. I wanted a better look and was saddened that I had to imagine what he’d look like in his jeans underneath. I thought maybe he’d come to our second game in different clothes. After I completed the portion of pancakes I wanted the younger Max asked me if he could have the two cakes I didn’t finish. I was shocked he was still hungry after finishing his own meal, but I said sure. It was interesting to see a. So you see things were pretty dull. I played the lottery occasionally and finally hit on a very high six figure jackpot. I made a deal with her that she could have three-quarters of it to spend any way she wanted if we went to panama city florida for the weekend and have a blast, meaning she had to come off this snow white scene. bought her some outfits that no way she would wear back home. cut-off jeans that road all the way up to both of her holes and halter-tops that just barely covered her. He was making a terrible noise when I left the room. I went and sat on my chair in the living room. From the bedroom I could hear her crying hysterically. As I sat there I wondered if I shouldve shot him more times. There was a story in the newspaper recently where someone was shot nine times and survived. And DeMarcus was a big man. But I trusted in fate. Stupid, right? It wasnt long before there was the sound of a siren followed by pounding at the front door of my house, but not for much.