Stella was onto my plan. "Oh George, this is feels wonderful but we just can't......." She just couldn't say fuck. I did not say anything. I kept my h...nd on her pussy. If we were not going to fuck I wanted to make her come with my hand. My mind was racing as I continued to finger fuck Stella. Was I missing anything? If we were not going to fuck was there anything else. Her breasts. I needed to use my lips and tongue on her breasts. I turned Stella around and immediately went to work on her. She really was just like his pet. Well, in for a pound...Marie thought, and shuffled on her knees over to his chair to lay her head on his knee. She held her breath, hoping for some sign of approval from him, and sure enough, a moment later she felt his hand resting lightly on her head. Another moment passed, and he stroked her hair. Marie felt her chest expand with happiness.Several minutes later, he gently tugged on her hair to get her to sit up. He held a glass of water for her while she. . oh, nevermind!"Distracted from her task, she notices his hanging balls. Jiggling them in her hand she asks, "Do I need to do anything with these things?"She gives one a hard squeeze and he yells, "No! Kimmi, just leave them alone. You are having enough trouble just getting through a cock sucking."She continues to fondle his balls, giggling."Christ, Kimmi! Now listen... this is important. Never, and I mean never, laugh when a guys shorts are down." She frowns at him and then inhales his cock. We spent thefootball season going to the games together and spending time togetherafterwards.One Saturday night after the game he asked if I wanted to come back tohis apartment. He came from a more affluent family and could afford hisown apartment instead of the college dorm rooms. We drank a few beersand watched some tv. After a while he excused himself saying that heneeded a shower and said he would be back in a few minutes. I didn'tthink anything of it and continued to watch tv.About.