I was sure she knew what I meant."Don't worry, Hal. This is just the beginning. I can bring you back to life. You're young and healthy. I won't leave ...ou hanging," she smiled before she went back to kissing me.I held on for a while longer. I don't know how, but I did. When we broke once more, I voiced a concern."I'm not sure when my folks are going to be home. I don't want you to be embarrassed."She smiled and kissed me even more intently, her tongue well inside my mouth."That's what I like. You're doing so great. You have the perfect lips for sucking cock. They're so wet and juicy. Oh, work it, girl. Stroke my thick shaft." She slid out of her desk and down onto her knees before wrapping her luscious lips back around my dick. After a few minutes, I said, "Don't neglect my balls. Why don't you lick my big balls a bit while you stroke my cock?" Immediately, she did what I instructed. She was amazing. I couldn't believe my crazy luck."I bet you're getting really wet. You can rub your. She also feels how her own body doesn’t do too much to stop the old man. His mouth is still sucking on her boobs, while his hand is exploring her panty. She feels his soft hands moving all over the soft cotton material. Then it brushes over the front and moves under in between the legs where the material covers her pussy. She knows the old man must feel the moist heat coming from it by now, because she is already completely wet and ready for it. Her legs automatically opens up a bit to give his. The warm cum landing all over my face felt so good and warm. My parents separated not long after my anal escapades began. My father packed up all the stuff my mother left behind and put the boxes in the storage room. One day when he was at work I went through the boxes and stumbled across a vibrator. It was pinkish with little bumps on it, about seven inches long, a little bit thicker than my own shaft, with a screw bottom to turn it on.I pulled it out of the box and looked it over. I could.