Other girls had probably climaxed from the way he did it. But Janelle could only let herself feel pretty good. Nothing more. So she had sucked on his ...iddle finger and forefinger. His skin was rough and the tips of his fingers were calloused. They were these knobby, hard things that had probably been in fights before and had either played guitar or done a lot of manual labor, or both. They had made the tingly sensation decrease. Janelle felt her arousal slipping away. She pried his fingers out. For obvious reasons I never talked aboutmy sex life and I assumed that's why he was always trying to figure me out.He was a good looking guy as far as my taste went. He would of been closeto 6 foot tall with short dark hair and from the look of his overalls afairly decent looking body. Not one of those lame gym toned bodies eitherit was more to do with the hard manual work we had to do. He did have thissmart ass kinda look on his face most of the time. I did like the lewdkinda smirk that he. I wrap my arms around you to hold you safe and secure while once again forcing my tongue into your pussy bathing in its streaming juices and let you ride my face like you ride the waves of pleasure. It takes time but you eventually come down, come back from wherever “Big One” has taken you. I run hands over all the skin I can reach from my kneeling position behind you. I feather your arse with soft kisses so you know I’m still there. I soothe, I comfort and caress to maintain that connection I. What the fuck was that? If Mr. James really didn’t believe her, why did it feel like I was in trouble? I moved through the scene shop to the theater where we rehearse as my thoughts drifted to Emma. That bitch. She was probably jealous of me being president, even though I worked hard for that position.Once in the theater, I walked over to my friends and put my stuff down. I spotted Emma, who was on the other side talking to her own friends. I glared at her, Mr. James’s conversation echoing in.