. her tongue was trying to get into his mouth. He had read about people kissing like this... but to actually have it happen to him... ! She was French...ng him. It was true! People really did it! And his cock... Christ... Oh, Christ... He could feel the painful swelling of his penis as it tried to rip through his pants. It had never felt this big before... and it had never hurt as much as it did now!Karen could feel herself being swept over with a lascivious wave. She was holding in her arms an. "I just... How is it gonna be fun sitting aroundwatching you do your stuff?" 'Do my stuff'? What? That doesn't even make sense."He sighed. "Y'know, like when you try on clothes or paint your nails,that sort of stuff. Girl stuff."Ugh! Really? "How often do I do 'girl stuff' around you? Huh? Last timewe hung out, all we did was watch movies." I plopped down on the couchbeside him. I was happy I was wearing shorts. If I was wearing asskirt, I couldn't just plop down. "Most of the time all we do is. ”She stripped off her panties and kicked them away. I got between her thighs and spread them wide. I let my nose follow her sex perfume to its source inside her slit. I gently spread her pussy lips and kissed the wet, crimson inner surfaces of her labia. I started running the tip of my tongue up and down her gash. I tried to find ways to stimulate her clitoris without directly touching her sex pearl with my tongue. Her hips squirmed, her fingers tangled in my hair, and she pulled my mouth hard. "Come on in, they probably won't be ready there until ten. I'll take you to breakfast," I said.With that I took the cruiser out, so that I could run Jerrod and Sylvia to breakfast with me. I drove to Helen's of course. "It's not very fancy I'm afraid," I said."Well if the food is good, fancy isn't important," he replied."I'm going to let you decide how the food is," I suggested. We walked from the low counter to a picnic table in the rear of the dining room. Once we were seated Jerrod tried the.