Had him push my face down deeper on his cock till I gagged. Had me bounce my face up and down as he drove. Came in my mouth as we sat in his parking s...ot and then went to his place. Once inside he grabbed another vodka/cranberry drink for me. We sat at the kitchen bar drinking, touching, fondling. He had my buttons of my dress completely gone. My handcuff around one of his wrist. His hands feeling my tits. I stood and had my drink in my boots and panty with the dress wide open in front. He. He had been at the group home for a week while they tried to track down any relatives. None were found or were expected to be. His mother was undocumented so even her name was suspect and if she had shared her past with anyone, they had not come forward to tell her story. It was learned that the information she provided the school, other than his Louisiana birth certificate, was false. No father was listed on it. He knew nothing about his father other than what his mother had told him, and had. I always thought guys liked her perky tits more than her juicy ass. It's no secret that there are more tit men in the world than there are ass men, at least that's what I think. As far as what turns me on, I'll take a woman's ass over her spongy breasts any day of the week."So ... Paul, I thought of a way where we can both be happy and get what we want at the same time." Uh, okay, what's that?" I asked, not sure where this was going."Well, I was about to give you some of the money I saved from. She could ride me and also control the amount of pressure of her breasts on my chest. She would press forward, squashing her breasts against me. Then she would ease up, until only her nipples were rasping up and down. I was able to teach her a new game called "Where will I touch next, and what touch will I use." My hands were very active, first squeezing her ass, then scratching circles up her back, then randomly touching, gently pinching, and hovering where she could feel the heat. She really.