Soft, pink. Still smelling of US from the night before.I never was exactly a fan of doing oral sex. Keith was never quite able to come in my mouth unl...ess he was watching porn over the top of my head. I would just as well NOT participate like that.Brad, though, had DONE me. Enthusiastically, lovingly, I’d been DONE. And here’s this pink thing, flopped just a little to one side.Time to find out if it WAS the wine for him.Sucked him in like my new favorite toy, spongy, salty, musky ... And. "What do you have to say for yourself?" he asked"I'm sorry sir for being a naughty girl" I said"and" he said wanting more."For not answering my Stepmother's phone calls?" I said more as aquestion than a reply."Your Stepmother is a saint of a women, if this is how you acted aroundher all these years, she should have paddled your bottom each morningand every evening, just because. She told us how much of a handfulyou've been and I can see it first hand. This more than a little girlTP'ing a house.. This, time, though, he felt a calmness, a kind of serenity that he very much enjoyed.Apparently, his mother was much more observant than he gave her credit for, even with a hangover. "There had better not have been any girls involved last night, young man. I don't like that look on your face." No girls, Mother," he answered, wondering why he did not feel the usual tension at her challenges. "When I go out with a girl, I'll be sure to tell you." When you go out with a girl, it will be when I. "Hey, Jason, before you go I uh... was wondering if maybe you... wanted to get together sometime," he said, clearly nervous. Before Jason could reply, Mark added "maybe like, a date or something..." That made Jason fly off the handle. "What the fuck!?" he shouted, shoving Mark and causing him to stumble onto the ground. "Get the fuck out of my face, you fucking faggot!" Jason screamed, landing a swift kick to Mark's stomach, leaving him gasping for breath. Jason thought he'd taught him a lesson.