He was grunting, “Ohbaby! I’m gonna cum if you keep that up! I don’t wanna cumdown your throat. I wanna cum inside your pussy!“ He fuckedmy mo...th harder making slushy sounds. “Baby!? I’m cumming!I’m gonna squirt some of my cum down your throat!“ I felthis cock swell and throb more, then I felt his hot cum squirtingdown my throat. He was grunting, “I don’t want to use allmy cum in your throat, I wanna save some for that sweet fuckhole! Please, stop sucking and swallowing. I need to getcontrol. That means that, in the eyes of the community, I was a man. In our community, men were men, women were women, and men became men when they had partaken in the Bar Mitzvah. Which made me ... a man.As a man, I was expected to do certain things. First of all, I was expected to partake in the religious responsibilities that came with being one. Second of all, I was expected to watch over the younger members of my family when my mother was unable to do so. Third of all, I was expected to find a job. I contacted the service and asked if they had any female employees, not wanting a strange man around the house while I was having a problem. They offered to send a girl over and if I was happy they would offer me a contract to take care of the yard on a monthly basis.Mostly it was cutting the grass, trimming around the edges, and cleaning the walks so grass would not track in the house. A few hours later a pick up truck came by with a lawn mower and some accessories. The driver was blonde,. The other item was identical, only yellow."I have to give her credit," Ginger said, as she got in bed, "she has great taste in nighties. And she can really fuck."It was in Gym class the next afternoon that Karen saw Ginger, and called her over to her."Ginger, much as I enjoy the view," Karen told her, " I have to ask where your gym thong is?" I got in trouble last night with Miss Rogers," Ginger admitted, "I am not allowed any pants, at any time, for the rest of the month." Not even in bed?".