I was scared the first thought to my head is 'Oh fuck I am screwed now.' I wouldn't know how accurate that thought was for at least an hour and a half... All I could blurt out was. "What do you mean?" Sill sounding smooth (or so I thought) "Don't give me that." She said looking straight into my eyes. I was hard by now all 9 inches of me. "We have played your game and now I want more." She said "Oh really, what do you mean by more?" I knew full well what she meant but I wanted to hear her say it.. But as a kid we weren’t exposed to porn anywhere near as much as kids of today are, where you can get free, good quality porn 24/7 with a few clicks of your mouse.We all knew it existed but for most of us the nearest we got to it was Sam Fox’s or Linda Lucardi’s tits in page 3 of the Sun newspaper.Anyway I didn’t need porn when at school, I was wanking, cumming and generally being a sex pest with girls from school. I fucked a few of them as well. (Please check out some of my earlier chapters.)I. David pushed his tongue against her asshole again and she involuntarily jerked forward as John's hips pumped his penis all the way into her mouth. The head of John's penis was in her throat and she had to swallow to keep from gagging.John couldn't take any more. Spurt, his first jet of cum shot down Susan's throat and she pulled back to savor the taste of her brother's cum. Spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble, Susan sucked the rest of his cum out of his pisshole.John watched her swallow his. She paid them a very fair price for it, telling them that she was going to keep the rest of the land in reserve, in case she needed to expand the golf center. Hans said he was going to use the money to buy more land in that general area, hopefully land contiguous with the hundred and sixty acres he and Gerta still owned.On Monday, between classes, I called over to Frank Clooney and asked him to prepare a document for me. I told him I'd like to pick it up that afternoon, along with the check I'd.