He’s clearly enjoying my hand job, gasping and moaning softly, before he suddenly grabs a tissue from the box on the desk. He holds it under his coc... head. White, thick, creamy cum squirts out onto the tissue. He spurts repeatedly, and I count about eight of them. His cum puddles onto the tissue. It's a good-sized load and I keep stroking and squeezing, draining him. As his cock gradually diminishes, I reluctantly release my grip.His face is beet red again. Is it embarrassment or from holding. It's hard to overcome. A crush that I believed would end in nothing except discomfort among ourselves. Afterschool, I was walking home when I see her by herself, walking down sad, with her head down. She never really acted like this, from what I've seen. I started to walk with her, and asked her, "What's up?" She gave a modest reply. "I'm walking home" Even her voice was sexy, fragile, and cute, like herself.For some reason, she never really backed off from me. I always thought she knew I liked. The tight virgins sit each at an armrest of my large leather chair, so their lovely legs are spread and their twats avaivable for my cunt caresses. Such sexy waiting warm wet tasty teen twats. Jessica is indeed still a virgin, but I spank her butt anyway, as a reward for the burning bush she sports to help to hide her hot hymen from bad men trying to take her.Jessica is used to be spanked on camera. Secretly she came during most of those hot shots. She never ever has masturbated to orgasm in. My first encounter with a hostile gang came about one day as I was riding over the treeless plain; I had finally gotten that far west. I rode over a little ridge that silhouetted me against the sky. No, I was not careless; I had gotten somewhat bored and was trying to get a little action. A war party of Pawnees spotted me and came charging in my direction. There were nine warriors in the group, and they were armed with lances and bows. This was too early in the conflict for the Indians to have.