"Wow, I said, how did you ever learn to do that?" I asked. She cupped my balls in her hand and took my cock out of her mouth. Smiling, she looked up...at me and said, "My Daddy taught me." Then she went back to work bobbing up and down the full length of my shaft. When I felt that I was ready to come, I told Betty Lou, but instead of pulling off she stopped with me fully in her and sucked hard and squeezed my balls. That was all I could take and exploding I shot load after load straight down. Beal. Er verlangt von allen in seiner Sektion, ihn so zu nennen. Er ist ein großer schwarzer Mann von etwa 35 Jahren. Als er mich vor fünf Jahren interviewte, sagte er: "Sie werden mich Mister Beal nennen und nur Mister Beal."Seitdem bin ich davon eingeschüchtert. Wir verstehen uns ziemlich gut, aber es wird nie etwas Persönliches besprochen. Er scheint im letzten Jahr etwas freundlicher geworden zu sein. Ich glaube nicht, dass es sicherer ist, ihn als etwas anderes als einen unpersönlichen. To the readers who haven’t read them, please do read them. And I am overwhelmed by all the responses I received.This is a continuation of my previous part. So readers who missed my previous story, please read it. Let’s start the story now.After completing the study, I and Jahnavi roamed around the campus for a few hours. While roaming, our hands were touching each other. Both of us didn’t mind it and then we left the college on my bike. While riding the bike, I applied more speed. Due to this,. I was starting to think it might get serious. At least you have Zo? he said with a wry smile. He knew I liked her, but any man would find her attractive. A bit too young I think, I said smiling. You going to the Munster match this weekend? He noticed I changed the subject quickly but didnt pursue it any further. After a few hours I jogged home and had a shower. I was pleased with my fitness which I thought to be exemplary of a man my age. I was 42, 6 feet 1 inch and quite muscled though not too.