She continued her gradual technique, slowly working her mouth further and further down my shaft. Finally, she had all but an inch of my engorged membe... stuffed into her warm mouth and down her throat. She slowly started bobbing up and down, just enough to take a breath every few strokes. Slowly she built up her speed and had the full length of my tingling cock gliding past her firm tongue and down her tight throat, only to be pulled back out and stuffed back down again. The only word I could. I could also see Abby on the sofa,watching t.v.,which I couldn't see but could hear.I recognized the programme,friends.I watched for a few minutes,but soon fast forwarded it.Nothing interesting appeared for ages,until..... Abby's had fell between her legs and quite obviously started rubbing her pussy. Fucking hell. I stopped quickly and rewound.I could hear Abby was channel hopping.I heard the friends theme tune,a crap reality programme, then True blood, a vampire series which was often. ..“Go ahead, take it out,” he ordered as she grinned at me wickedly.I didn’t have to be told twice. And within moments, I was stroking my cock, already slick of its own accord as my fist pumped up and down. He speed up the tempo of his strokes to match my own, grunting a little with the effort. She was gasping as well, head lolling in ecstasy. And I suspect I was groaning a good bit, too. I wasn’t going to last long at that rate, my cock was so sloppy wet, my excitement peaking as I watched. Oh, shit, there's a bunch of my old teachers. There's old Mr. Patterson, the Principal of the high school. He walked up to me and shook my hand. He stared into my eyes. "Larry I was wrong. I am so proud to know you. I'm proud I helped guide you in school. I don't know how I could have been so wrong about you but I am so glad I was. I should never have said you would never amount to anything. If there is ever anything I can do for you just let me know son."I finally managed to maneuver through.