James was a bit of dandy who always wore a suit, starched white shirt and tie. He liked to call himself James T. McEnro because he felt it was more di...tinguished. Len was just known as Len or Lenny and his daily attire of work pants, shirt and work boots paled in comparison to James' fancy clothes but Loretta didn't seem to mind.In fact, when her mother informed her that James would become the Sunday afternoon guest instead of Len, she threw a screaming fit and refused to come out of her room. She ripped her head up and let out a scream. Owwww, dont hit me! Please! Ill be good. I circled my index finger around her asshole. Her spinchter muscle tightened up and her asshole clamped shut. My fingernail scraped against it. If you dont start sucking his cock Im gonna shove my cock so far up your tight little asshole, its gonna come outta your mouth. No please not my butt! She had a look of desperation as she lowered her head back to his lap and took his cock into her mouth. She closed her. When we were several streets over from my grandparents' house, I looked at Mickey and asked something that I had been wondering since last year's trip to England. "Is there something between you and Jake?" I almost laughed as her face first went pale and then beet red, her eyes about as wide as was possible without her eyeballs falling out. She didn't say anything for a minute or two so I asked, "Does that mean yes?"Mickey looked over at me and her look was almost afraid. "I know how you feel. She releases the remainder to fall down the shaft, like hot frosting running from a cake it flows. When it reaches half the shaft she retrieves this in its entirety. Over and over till I have melted in the bed, she swallows the rest. I have enjoyed the most exciting sexual event of my life time. Now I feel an obligation to do this for her, Yet I know I lack the skills she has. No exchange can equal what she has given me. I copy the movements and she holds me at her neck. than her shoulder, suck.