Both of our fathers were federal employees, and they were both transferred far enough away that year that we both had to move. Marty was the guy who f...rst told me about sex, and the guy who showed me how to masturbate. In fact, during junior high many of our “campouts” in my tent in the back yard were just cover for mutual masturbation sessions, until Marty wanted to go a bit farther. Back then, it never occurred to me that Marty might be gay; it probably never occurred to him, either. But as. As I worked my way lower, I kissed and nibbled, driving her wild. Amber moaned as I licked her pussy, slowly at first, over her clit, around her hole, down to her asshole, then slowly I worked my tongue into her pussy. She was so yummy. I licked and sucked and all of a sudden, she was shaking and cumming. Her cum dripped out of her pussy with every pulse of her pussy. I licked and slid a finger tip into her, driving her wild. Amber pulled on my head, making he lick and suck harder. Cumming. It wasn’t long before he grabbed her head and pumped his juice into her.“That was fast,” Melissa said, swallowing his load. “Sorry babe, but I got to get back to the office,” Michael justified, pulling up his pants. “I seriously need a good fuck! No, a great fuck! Better yet; an awesome fuck,” Melissa complained. “I got to run Mel, catch up with you next time?” Michael said as he began to walk out. “Yeah, I’m going cock hunting, then I think I’ll head home.”“Should I be concerned about this?. My folks did well for themselves too but they were so mean to me and to each other that they made our big house on Brockton’s West Side seem like a prison to me. I dreamed of escaping from it for years. I haven’t spoken to them since I took off in the summer of 2008. They don’t know where I am, or what I’m doing. They don’t even know that I’ve changed my name. And I want to keep it that way. Kyle became my guide to the campus social scene. He knew all the right people. For example, he was best.