”“But your dad helped you buy a car,” I protested.“That was the reward for staying out of trouble after that.”“And you immediately decided...that drag racing on the street was not going to get you in trouble.”“I was a wild, rebellious teenager. The one thing I didn’t do was fool around.”“You drank?” I asked.“Yes, of course. Everyone drank beer. The problem I had wasn’t my friend drinking, but that he was going to race after drinking.”“What other rebellious stuff did you do?” I asked.“Just the. It was awesome. My Hoy lifted Adam's legs and slid his tongue over the boy's hole. The initial shock and disgust gave way in an instant to waves of pleasure. Mr. Hoy kept running his tongue from the tip of the boy's cock to his sweet rosebud, probing inside the virgin hole with the tip of his tongue. Adam was in sensation overload. Mr. Hoy continued doing this as he slowly lifted the boy's legs into the air. Adam had no idea what was going on. he was lost in the sensations coursing through his. She could feel herself getting wetter, her panties practically soaked now with the juices of her anticipation. Equal parts excitement, anxiety and sheer dread mingled in her chest as he grabbed the waist band of her shorts, fully exposing her tight, perfectly proportioned frame. He paused to take it all in, enjoying the fact that he was about to enjoy something no other man could ever enjoy. Perhaps here is where a better man would think about the fact that he is about to take the virginity of. He grunted quite loudly and I felt the hot sensation deep inside me and knew that he had emptied his hot creamy load, he slowed right down and seemed concerned that I was alright, “OH YESS!” I sighed back, I was perfectly ok and when he pulled his softening cock out of me he spun me over and could see how hard and throbbing I was, “Damn Jerry” he said smiling, “Doesn’t that thing ever go down?” he continued with a laugh as I took hold of the veiny shaft in his oily hand, his soft and gentle.