That should be enough, right?" Barely," he said pulling the covers off of her to run his eyes down and across her glorious form. "It crimps my style. ...s I hope you'll learn. I like to be meticulous." Meticulous?" Yes, meticulous," he said again letting his eyes ogle her. He took time to focus on her lips and her breasts and her pussy.She shivered with the word. She said it again trembling slightly. Her nipples perked, extending outwards, waiting for his mouth.He was right in front of her. I told him to go get dressed and to get out of here. He wasted no time getting dressed and told Paula he would see her later and left through the dining room that led to the attached garage were he had parked his car so it wouldn't be seen. After he left and I closed the garage door I went back in to talk to Paula. She was waiting for me in the dining room and ask, if I was going to tell her parents. I said, I wouldn't till then because she was a big girl and it wasn't any of their business.. The taste buds on my tongue couldn't get enough of this gusto spewing across them as his cum made its way down my throat. I was sucking so hard not wanting to waste one drop. Brandon, too, seemed that he had the same reaction. I could feel every drop of my jissm flowing with great force into him. He was lapping every droplet of it as a cat cleans a bowl of milk. The sensation going through my entire body was something that I had never experienced. My toes tingled, my legs tensed up and my balls. She reached down and stroked my hard cock through the panties that Iwore and said, "You are wearing your pretty little panties. And, youare begging me to feed you from my panties, which are slam full of mylover's jism. What would you call yourself then?" Hmmmm??" she purred in my ear. "What are you then? A stud?" Are you a stud? Is that what you are? A stud?!" She was taunting me."No," I meekly replied."No, you are not. That's right. So, what are you? Help me out here." I am a sissy," I.