He still had cum on his balls which I lapped up and I took each one in my mouth and swirled them around! I raised up and then he went down on me and I... blew a huge load in his mouth! He, like me, was a cum lover and ate every drop of it. We both sat there and watched dad take a full load in the mouth and then cum in his mans mouth too! It was awesome being with them and doing these filthy things!We all took a break when one of the men that had been with dad asked me about my ass. He said I had a. As she continued to chatter about how good she felt, I casually let my hand rest on one breast, gently tugging at the protruding nipple. Her breathing became normal as I continued the soft caress of her nipple. I smiled and answered politely to all her questions, keeping the conversation going, never moving my hand from her breast, never stopping the rhythmic pull at her nipple. Finally, her chattering slowed down and I felt a little squirm against my body as her nipple hardened. The sign I had. One thing about me: I was never a strictly science-and-math guy. I always loved art, history, art history, music, literature; a regular Renaissance loser, that was me.The practical upshot is that I made friends with Dave Prescott, an older man, an English teacher who taught mostly honors Senior English Lit. He was a gifted and inspiring teacher.In one of those right-place-right-time moments, another part of my life was born.Dave and I were having lunch together one day, a Wednesday as I recall.. “Spread your legs.”Despite her sobs she dutifully spreads her legs and grabs onto her thighs with her arms. Her pussy is perfect. Shaved smooth as I requested. A delicate flower with almost nonexistent labia minora. I kneel down by her pussy and roughly shove two fingers in. Her pussy is still dry. I shove another two fingers from my other hand and start to pull her pussy open to see the silky pink inside. She hates it.I pull my fingers out and grab my ten-inch cock. I slap her pussy with it a.