Country was competing with blue- eyed soul, Southern rock was prominent, and there was a smattering of a new sound, a primarily spoken type of music c...lled rap. I got to Spencer's door and heard good old Led Zeppelin pounding out the speakers. I poked my head in and saw Spencer at his desk, and his roommate, a soft-spoken baseball player named Arlen Jones, on his back on his lofted bed, his hands propping up his head and his feet moving in time with the music."Hey," I shouted, trying to be. I jammed my cock deep into the back of her throat, fucking her mouth so fiercely, that I surprised myself. I produced a truckload of young cum, and I delighted in watching her throat attempt to gulp it all down. Finally, I collapsed to the floor, and I listened as Harry and Rachel raced down climax highway together. The silence lasted for several minutes, and our three spent bodies were sprawled on the floor chaotically, as everyone concentrated on restoring our natural breathing. Rachel sat up. Trust me, when it comes to being prepared, the boy scouts have nothing on the FBI. After the episode at the bank I made myself a promise to never be unarmed again. The rest is just in case. I could have gotten away with a slightly smaller case but I added some tennis shoes, socks and a rolled up jumpsuit as well. I didn't want to be caught in a bad situation wearing heels. Besides that you just lose so much credibility with the bad guys when you're standing there pointing a gun at them and. I'd hate to have her get me in a leg lock. On the other hand, maybe I would. I've used Yvette a few times as my image for masturbating and I have to tell you she made it hotter than hell for me."So, did you learn anything in your class?" I asked."Yes! It was great. But I want to try it out first before I show you. Besides we haven't got time enough before you have to go to work. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm going to bed." Listen, I'm off tomorrow and Saturday night so maybe you can show me some.