My mouth watered at the thought of his cum spurting into my mouth, and I started stroking him with longer, harder strokes. I kept up my tongue attack ...n his cock head, swirling, licking, sucking, overwhelming him with sensation. My left hand pulled up inside of him, towards his cock, pressing against that magical gland. Precum kept oozing out, salty and thin, but I wanted more. I held his cock a bit harder, increasing pressure on his cock, stroking hard, trying to milk him into my mouth.. I realize they are home, and have the first little mini panic at the riskiness of what we had just done. I can hear the k**s before I get to the door and shake my head. Mixed between, I will never do it again and when-and-where can we go to be alone and do it again, is the constant - No One Can Ever Know. I will lie, baldfaced lie to ever let anyone know, to ever hurt Nick, or my family, or my/our life. Is there a price for sin? Do we pay for our sins? The crazy thing is I never once felt. She cried out again. "Is this true, bitch?" he demanded. When she didn't answer he raised the belt and slashed it down harder than before, bringing a shriek from her. "Is it?" "So fucking what?" the girl said then. "Big fucking deal. What do you think he's gonna do, shoot you at sunrise? Frankly, I don't think the old fart gives a shit. Probably my bitch mother making him do it." "Jesus Christ," Ray said. "The Dean's daughter." Then he started to laugh again. He was still holding. " There was a note of concern in her voice.She gave me something cool to drink and sat on the edge of the bed beside me. She explained, somewhat embarrassed, how she had come upstairs after lunch hoping for a little "reprise" of the previous evening's fun. She had found my door open and me passed out on the bed. When she found she couldn't wake me, she stayed and played nurse. It was now Saturday evening, I had slept a whole day. We had a quiet evening together, Andrea ordering pizza while I.