"But Randy just leaned back, thrusting his now leaking cock into her hand. Donna had given John more than a few hand-jobs, and she was good at it even...if she did say so herself. She lubricated the palms of her hands with the generous stream of pre-cum that was oozing from his cock-slit. She wondered just how long he'd been saving this stuff.Donna stroked him gently, teasing him by merely grazing the sensitive underside of his cock-head. She was impressed. John had been well endowed, but Randy. One hand pulled down my pants, the other carresing my large and well formed tit. I was calm. I turned around, and nailed him in the cock. I stood still, how ever. I think the fact that I was more horny then a porcupine made me stay. He shoved himself against me, and I couldn't help but grind against him. He took out his cock, and whacked it against my pussy. Each hit sent spirals of extasy through me. I basically IMPALED my self with his rod, and I thought death would be my only release from. " This growing boy needs food now. I'm ditching with or without you." Okay, I get the message. Come on, and I will take you home. Jim should be there. He has been excused from conditioning until his ribs get better so he is just hanging out. You two can goof off while I feed you both."We snuck out without getting caught and were at Suzanne's house a few minutes later. Jim was in the kitchen. He made himself two peanut butter sandwiches. I snatched one off of his plate. Jim was a little. Turning his attention toward the road, the blue glow of the clock on his dashboard caught his attention. 3:30 a.m. He just hoped she was sleeping and he could slip inside and deal with the repercussions of his most recent trip in the morning. When he stopped at the next light, the heavens opened and an onslaught of rain pummeled his car. He quickly rolled up the window, turned on his windshield wipers and hit the lever for his turn signal. He drove down the street where his house was, feeling.