Jesus Christ, she was only seventeen, almost his age and she acted like she was offering it to him if he only knew how to take it... and she was laugh...ng at him because he didn't. Finally in history class, he couldn't stand it any longer. He had to get home and jack off a while or he was going to be sick.Maybe if he went around back to the patio, he could hear when his father's truck left and then he could go in. If Wanda was there he didn't know what he would do... just the two of them alone. "You are so fucking beautiful" he whispered as he nibbled her ear. She looks at him expecting to see him smiling but he just looked back at her and scanning every inch of her body again , watching his hands trace down past her hips, reaching under the elastic of her black thong, touching her smooth pussy. His fingers inches away from her wet slit. She kisses him harder his wet tongue pressing against hers. Edging her pussy closer to his touch, he moans into her mouth ,lifts her effortlessly. Each subsequent volley lessened in intensity, leaving an ivory white trail down to his belly-button, the balance flowed over my fingers, definitely exceeding the previous night's rupture in my mouth.Licking my fingers clean, I wondered again how it could possibly taste so unique in comparison to the pints of the shit consumed from others. I made a mental note to do a taste test with Doogan. Surely the boy could cum at his stage of development, he just might not be aware of it yet."Your turn,. “Chris spends the whole morning organising football training for the little ones.”“When does that start?” he asked.“Ten. He leaves at about half past nine. We could have a couple of hours before he gets back, then I’ll cook lunch, then Chris would like to watch you make love to me if you don’t mind?”“I won’t come to make love to you, but I’d enjoy fucking you again,” David said to make his attitude completely clear.“But can Chris watch? He’s trying to make it a condition but I want you anyway..