Letting every inch of him in to my mouth breathing through my nose like my high school boyfriend taught me. I felt him getting harder I loved the fee...ing of truly pleasuring someone else. His humble 8 had become a strong and robust 9. He was a grower and a shower as my aunt would say. The one hand became two as he began to thrust in and out my head still mostly due to the handsome hands above. Knowing how to deep throat kept me from gagging on his tasty member all thanks to my current college. They seemed pretty sheltered. Anyway, I said, about to quit trying, I sure hope I can see you topless again soon. Nothing. I stared out at the ocean some more and then said, like a detective in a bad book: "It was Alice last night that I was with, wasn't it?" Lin shrugged and said "you will never know. Maybe I'm Alice." Then Alice was walking up . . . Or was it Lin after all? I realized that couple of minutes was the longest I had ever seen the two apart. Maybe that's why Lin was being. He looked up and said, "Jennifer! Sorry I didn't get to say much more than 'hi' yesterday, but you know how it was. Thanks for helping." Thanks for letting me stay," Jennifer said quietly. "I know it wasn't as exciting for me as it was for you, but congratulations." I didn't mind," he said. "How've you been, anyway?" Mike," she replied, "Can we talk?"Mike could see that Jennifer had something on her mind. "Sure," he said.She came in, closed the door, and sat down. "Look, Mike," she said. "I've. He was transfixed by my cock, his transformation from popular school leader to white cocksucker faggot about to occur."Just so you understand, as soon as your faggot lips wrap around my cock you become my personal faggot." W-w-what?" he stammered, looking up from his submissive position. "The first taste was free, the second one makes you my faggot, my personal cocksucker." I made it simple for him. He looked at me confused, clearly trying to understand the implications of my last words.I.