Blossom asked me to show her a titty fuck and I did and even though I could not in any way squeeze my cock with her tiny tits, I did rub up and down b...tween them until I came on her chin, neck and breasts.“Lover, please clean up your mess, but don’t swallow it. I want it in my mouth.” I licked her chin and neck and chest clean.I did not let it run into her mouth, I spit it like it was shooting from my cock. She flinched from the surprise and we kissed passionately as I dribbled what cum I had. We weren’t allowed to wear jeans in high school, so I had several pairs of slacks, and the khakis looked better than any of the others. Trouble is, I didn’t have the best shirts in the world. I wore t-shirts most of the time, but that wasn’t good enough for a first date, even at a place as casual as Joe B’s. Finally I found one to wear, and I got out the ironing board and pressed it, along with the khaki slacks. Clean socks, black, and my dressiest shoes – which weren’t all that dressy, just. I have a weakness for pretty hair, cleavage, and camesole blouses. Oh, blowjobs too.. She really pushed my buttons hard. The titty fucking was amazing! Early in the relationship I French kissed her after she sucked me off. She really liked that! That quickly progressed to her snowballing me. Especially when I was laying on my back on the bed. I do remember the first time."Don't swallow. I want you to kiss me..."A huge load of cum fell into my mouth. Fucking amazing. Then she French kissed me."I. The man gestured, palm down, and she knelt and bowed until her forehead touched the floor; then she sat back on her heels, hand still clasped, waiting motionless. She was barefoot, and she had the face of an angel.The stocky man sipped his port and flicked a thumb at the child-woman whose maturing body was clearly defined beneath the soft material that clung to her. She untied a bow at her neck, peeled her dress from her slim shoulders, pulled it down past her jutting tits and let it fall to.