She instructed me in how she wanted it done and I was surprised when I did it and it didn't make me want to leap out of the car and heave in the bushe.... I didn't really care for the taste, but what I did like was the way that Mary responded. She grabbed my head and pulled my face into her pussy and she went wild. She bucked, she pushed her muff up at me and she screamed — actually screamed — "Oh God yes Davy, don't stop, please God don't stop. Eat me you beautiful cunt licker, oh sweet Jesus. Well, at leastthey called Grandpa. I should be able to weasel my way out of it.Right then he said he would not tell my folks but he wanted to knowhonestly if I was guilty or not. Not fearing retaliation, I admittedmy folly. He said he would stick to his promise not to tell, butthat he would have to take care of this himself. My stomach began tostir. Wait a minute! What is that supposed to mean?! He told me to wait there. I waited in nervous anticipation. When he came back in the. ‘You up, prisoner?’ It was more of a whisper than she wanted it to be but she really didn’t want to draw a crowd of eager ears. He sat up at once grabbing his pillow to cover his nakedness and blushing at the thought that he hadn’t had a chance to remove the cum from his stomach. ‘Yes ma’am – I’m up.’ He stepped up and to the door still holding the pillow to his groin. ‘Get some pants on and follow me’ – she ordered – in her best authoritative voice – trying to disguise the lust just barely. She's right. If we're going to do this, then wewill do it together. I impatiently roll off the couch and pad my way tothe table. She's starting to moan, so I don't take any time picking alollipop for me. I grab one, unwrap it and pop it into my mouth.Again, the flavor strikes me with an all-encompassing force that stunsme for a moment. Watermelon flavor explodes into my being with a grunt.It races to my brain where I have to balance myself against a chair tokeep from collapsing. They need.