His bulbous nob filled my mouth as my tongue swirled around his foreskin and over his slit. More moans from him let me know I was doing a good job. I ...obbed on his cock a while taking him a little further each time. His hands were on the back of my head now, encouraging me to take him deeper. I managed to get most of his shaft down my throat but I was by no means an expert and gagged a couple of times. 'You ok?' he asked. I took my mouth off him to answer yeah but he leaned in and kissed me. To the sick twisted psyche of the doctor, this brought a sexual satisfaction much greater than intercourse. He often wished he could hear the conversations held in the car on the couples’ way home. In his imagination he could hear the wife telling her husband she didn’t care what he thought she had to have, whatever his name happened to be. Dr. Carter was using his device for his own pleasure so much he could no longer become aroused by normal sexual relations. At first, he told himself he. Itni jor se cheeki ke sara ghar aawaj se goonj utha. Main bola 1 bache ko jaman de chuki ho phir bhi itna awaj. Wo boli mere pati ka 4” se jyada andar kabhi ghusa hi nahin. Phir mein jor jor se jhatke marne laga. Speed badhta gaya 10 min ke baad wo boli mein jhad ne wali hoon phir bhi mein chodta raha 1 min ke baad mujhe bhi laga ke mein jhane wala hoon. Wo boli jaldi apna lund bahar nikalo lekin maine uski ek nahin suni. 1 min baad uska chut bilkul lock ho gaya aur mera lund usike andar reh. Then when I turned fifteen it was my turn to learn about sex.Miss Prudence herself taught the classes about sex. The five of us were required to be naked during class. Miss Prudence was also naked as she taught us. We watched old sex films from the fifties and laughed, we looked at old men’s magazines and we were impressed with the women’s bodies. Then we got to examine each other and I do mean examine. Miss Prudence made sure that we looked, touched, and smelled of every part of every girl..