Her hands were soft but her grip was hard. She held on to it like her life was on it. And every stroke she did added flame to my fire.When she finally...opened her mouth, she seemed nervous. But cowards and braves alike fall before the lust. My classmate girl licked the tip of my dick and tried to fit it all in. Only to her dismay!I was satisfied with her trying until she tried to go deeper until I hit her throat. So warm. So wet. And then she took it out. There was no way I wasn’t going back in. The moon is winning, although we are running a close second. The vibration from the engine makes its way through the soles of our boots, seeps into our blood stream and fills us with a sense of exhilaration. The unbaffled straight pipes resonate with a song of freedom. Any problems that once existed are gone, snatched by the gods and thrown to the four winds to disperse. There is no yesterday. There is no tomorrow. There is no later. We have this moment. We have this place. Nothing else exists.. .. suddenly you grip my hair and push hard against my throat when i don't open my throat for You you slap my face and tell me that if i knew what is good for me i shall swallow the drink You have for me.i realize that i am not allowed to miss a drop, and try to open my throat gagging slightly, You tell me to take a deep breath and i can feel You entering my throat you keep it there pumping slightly in and out until my eyes start to roll back in my head when you pull out and let me take another. Unfortunately, mom didn't take notice as she was too consumed with the recent death of my father. In the two years after he had died, Lori attempted suicide twice. I genuinely believed that Ryan helped her cope with the loss. The struggle had brought them closer together, and her and my mom farther apart. I didn't really understand what was happening. My mom had given me some very brief sex education a few years ago, but not enough for me to identify the situation. All I knew was that Lori was.