My, uh, little sister's been acting up." So what does that have to do with you?"Heather looked at him crossly. "I told you several times already, I ha...e to look after her when Mom's not home." Yeah, but I thought Tuesdays and Thursdays your Mom was home. Today's Thursday, so what gives?"Heather silently damned his selective memory. She was always frustrated with how he would never remember anything except what revolved around him. "I had to do stuff for Mom, okay?" Heather said loudly, hoping. But then his girlfriend ... she saw me getting wound up and she admitted that it thrilled her when Doug - that’s his name - told his friends about the things she did for him. You know they’re still together and they’re in love, but Doug and Becky are still playing their kinky game. It’s become part of their relationship. He loans her out to friends and she, you know ... looks after them.”I was kind of busy thinking about Mary and myself - not really interested in Paul’s ramblings, although I. I moved so my cock was right in front of her mouth but instead of taking me in her she put her tongue on the tip of my cock and licked some of the pre-cum from it. At the same time she cupped my balls with one of her hands and gently squeezed them. I had never felt anyone touch my balls quite like she was and it was as if she were gently urging the cum from them.She did that for about a minute before she surrounded my cock with her mouth and gently sucked on it. She did a little something with. We did all kinds of stuff; the club was sponsored by a local company (whose founder/owner, Mr. Grant, was a reclusive elderly bachelor with a fondness for science-interested youth) and within reason we could do whatever we liked. It just had to be safe and legal: Weirdos wanting to play around with explosives and dope-heads wanting to DIY their supplies were quickly thrown out. Cost only ran a distant third to the other two requirements.Ms. du Pont ran a tight ship; she had no time for.