Some soap bubbles remain clinging to your body, reluctant (as I would be) of letting go of such sexy skin. Some of the soap is slithering down between...your breasts, and over your tummy, before descending into the divine folds between your legs. The visions that race through my mind are very pornographic. Charles wanted to be a tampon … I want to be that soap bubble! You turn and start to bend down so that you can sit between my legs. Your soapy, wet, shiny bottom almost makes me gasp with. Why was I supposed to call you?" When you were ready for one of my thorough ass chewing's, remember?" I do remember. I've thought about it, but something else always comes up."She laughed and rubbed her butt that was encased in the tightest pair of black jeans I'd ever seen. She must have taken ten minutes to wiggle into them."You're busy, and so I languish at home with no ass to chew? Doesn't seem fair to me." Why are you here so early? I have to come early, or else walk two miles to school,. Come on I know that you're interested." Well... maybe. Look Matt let's not talk here, can we meet tomorrow." She took his napkin and wrote down her phone number and handed it back to him. "Call me tomorrow, after ten." Then she smiled and simply walked away into the crowd.It was late Sunday evening and Matt was holed up in his room sipping on a cold beer and thinking about Molly Anderson. Besides being strikingly beautiful she was warm and personable and damn nice to look at even without any. A massive rope of spunk hit my cheek, went in my eye, forehead and then in my hair. As I scraped it out of my eye, another jet went up my nose, before I could react another three jets splattered on my face. Fucking hell, spunk was flying out of his cock head like a burst pipe! By the time he’d finished I was well coated, “You greedy slag,” I heard Bibi shout as she walked towards me. Immediately she was french kissing me, then she broke off and licked Ron’s muck off my face before kissing me.