"You laid Loni Tremont?" asked an incredulous Joel."Yup," smiled Derek. "Her parents went out to celebrate their anniversary and she invited me over. ...I nailed her on the couch and then we went upstairs and did it on her parents bed." Weren't you afraid you'd get caught?" asked Trica."Not really. We knew they'd be out late, so we took our time." How many times did you do it?" Joel wanted to know."Let's see," said the black teenager, "once on the couch, twice on her parent's bed and, oh, yeah,. ‘I learned so much from you and know I am a bad mum and need to be taught to be more responsible. Can you help me again? Gemma is away overnight Tuesday next week. Would you come and deal with me again and scold me as you do so I really learn? Please. Please. Please.’Katie was initially surprised but then knew that she had so enjoyed disciplining Marion and would love to do it again. ‘I will be over at 7 o’clock.’‘Thank you so much,’ came the quick reply.As Katie smiled to herself her phone. Her coworker Emily came over to serve me. “Where is Courtney?”“Her mother came into town unexpectedly so she called out. What can I get you?”“A shot of Patron please.”Great. I was here by myself and the friend I planned to hang out with wasn’t working. Luckily Jimmy and his friends had left. I was no longer in the mood to deal with him.I debated calling it a night until a cute guy took a seat three barstools down. After finishing his beer he looked over to me, the only company sitting at. I sag in disappointment as shot after shot of his cum slaps against the bag and slides down its length. Vainly, I stick my tongue through the soggy, torn, gaping mouth hole, but only a few drops fall onto my tongue.Most of the cum finds places to pool along the paper bag’s crinkles. Slowly those places start to sag, and soak, and stick, even as he splatters his last drops. After he’s done coming, I hear his buckle and zipper. But he doesn’t go anywhere. He never does, not right away. Instead,.