The tongue danced over the roughness caused by the hairs. His tonguewiggled insistantly at his fathers back door. For as long as his memoryKevin loved... his dads body. The taste of it. The scent of it. Licking theasshole his tongue began to snake in. The muscle had relaxed. Into hisdaddy. His tongue. Upward. Kevins tongue began to writhe and worm its wayin. "Oh, fuck, son. Cock!" Peter groaned. "I need your cock. Up my fuckinghole". Kevin released the hole from his snake. "Will you suck me. Now that they had decided to form a training team and chosen me as aleader, they got down to the really enjoyable part: Choosing a teamname.They were having a lot of fun; but as I pointed out, I had not yetagreed to anything. It was only when Jules suggested: "Since Luna isour general and she is a princess we should have something imperiallike... mm...."Snapping his fingers, he blurted out: "I know, we should call ourselvesthe 'Praetorian Guard'"I felt a quite a bit of satisfaction about this.. No different than a mother delighting in making a sandwich for her son.We ate lunch and talked about classes. Regina and Havva were silent while Bettie enjoyed drinking in all the attention, soaking it up like rain landing on dry soil. She kept a flirty eye on Corey, clearly wet to be his. Zahia chimed in from time to time, making a comment, and Aleah laughed a lot. I just had fun, enjoying my noodles, and the pork cutlets were just delicious with soy sauce on them. “Best school lunch ever,” I. You’re single, I’m single, and aside from tying up a few loose ends here and needing to get home soon, I have no other obligations here,” I replied, brushing a lock of her hair that strayed across her face back behind her ear.That simple act brought back a flood of memories of times I’d done the same thing all those years ago. Bitsy’s real name was Janice Davies. Her family had moved into the farm next door to my parents when we were both four years old.Her dad had bought the farm for the.