”“As I deep throat you, I rub your balls. I feel you tense up you try to pull back but I grab your ass I take you deeper into my throat.”“Oh s...it! I’m cuuuming!!!.”“I here you moan I let you go and swallow every yummy ounce of cum you let out.”“ Damn girl, you always do that to a nigga. When can we get together?.”“ Why don’t you go wash off and we’ll do lunch.”“ Bye sweetie.”“ See you at POPS around one.”“ Ok. Later”I hung up the phone went back to the bathroom to let out the naughty water. I. But we generally considered whichever of us was at her pussy would minimize the distraction to bring her to an orgasm. And it was my turn to provide that focus. But I love it, just as Mom did. We enjoyed her taste, reaction and appreciation. She had gone from an innocent who had never experience any kind of full stimulation to now attaining several orgasms in a day. At this point all were oral or manual stimulation, but the time was coming when she would be going to Tim and we all knew. “Okay, let me try this again, from the top,” and I laughed at the looks I was getting from both. “I used to ride professionally, right?” and they both nodded like they were humoring me. “I rode for an American team and for an American racer in Europe, okay? Well, everyone calls this particular racer ‘The Boss’ and when he checks into a hotel on ‘le Tour’ he uses a made up name. Most of the time it’s ‘Johnny Mellow’, which is a joke about the name of the leader’s jersey on le Tour: The ‘Maillot. I opened the email and stared at the pictures of girls with these enormous dicks filling up their holes, and almost immediately my hand went down to rub myself. Being twelve I was of course a virgin. I’d sometimes fingered or teased myself absently, but I never came. Staring at those girls, their faces twisted in ecstasy, and the beautiful, long cocks thrusting into them, I was jealous and insanely turned on. Rubbing my clit didn’t help, it never felt good enough to bring me to climax, and I.