Clark exclaims--- “your a fuckin ape” !! I grin real big, then pull my legs up and placed my feet on the chair, mostly exposing my hairy jock as... crack. “Oh fuck” was all he could say. Mr. Clark went back down to his knees, and grabbing me by my thighs, went straight to my hairy jock hole, planting his tongue right into the center. This time, it was me that let out the groan. It was one of my favorite things—to feel a strong tongue slobbering over my hole. Mr. Clark paused just long enough. She then kissed and nibbled down his inner thigh. She switched to the other one thigh and slowly kissed, nibbled and licked her way up it. Her hand was slowly working up and down on his hard cock. She looked up into his eyes and kissed the tip of his cock. Then she passionately licked it, her tongue exploring every inch of it down to his balls.She nibbled back up his shaft then slowly took his cock into her mouth. She watched as he threw his head back, knowing she was giving him the same. She could read his thoughts in the careless shrug of his shoulders and the warning cock of his eyebrow. She took another long pull from the bottle and coughed mid-swallow, the burn invading her sinuses and giving her another excuse for the tears streaming down her cheeks. When her eyes finally stopped watering they fell on the horizon, vaguely registering the thin streaks of pink beginning to appear in the clouds. Sunrise. March fifteenth. His birthday. She dug the little silver rectangle out. We layed there watching some show, and i had my head on her shoulder and we had a blanket covering us. i noticed that down were her crotch was the blanket was moving slowly. her breathing seemed labored and i asked what was wrong she said nothing and i continued to watch tv. but i was facinated by what was happening under the blankets. so i lifted the blanket enough to get a peak and there she was sliding her fingers along her pussy. i had no idea what it was but i asked what she was doing.