?Spalding was ecstatic. ?Yes, Mother, I really appreciate that.? He was, after all, graduating with honors, and had done everything Mother asked him ...to.The day of the party came, and Spalding was enthralled, fully dressed in faded jeans and a concert T-shirt, sipping beer, which had an odd taste, not as nice as soda pop. He and his friends were standing around a keg, and Lady Gaga was blaring from the speakers. Some girls from town were there. Spal felt so free—he’d gone to high school and. From what I could tell, Tracy and Sara were fondling each other's breasts as each one rode me, Tracy on my face, Sara on my cock. Well, three happy people. Then, Tracy began moaning and smearing her pussy all over my upraised tongue. "Oh, OH, OH, AAYE, AAYE, MMM, MMM, uh, uh," she shrieked as she came, liquid drooling out from her as her pussy convulsed and churned and I pushed my tongue in as far and as hard as I could. "Oh, god, that's so good, mmm, my pussy feels so good," she gushed as Sara. The woman didn’t have a name or a face; it was bad enough that she might exist at all.For a moment I thought about calling him; asking how he was; searching for clues as to whether my place in his bed had already been filled. But that way led to madness, I told myself. Keep your eyes on the road and concentrate!It was hard, but for the rest of the day, that’s exactly what I did. Fortunately, there was a lot to be done at the University and I was kept busy all day, missing lunch again as well as. Just a second.” I heard glass clinking and it seemed to take forever for him to answer the door and when he did my nervousness was all but replaced with pure lust. His tie was loosened and the top 3 buttons of his shirt were undone. His eyes instantly went to the tight white fabric that was stretching to restrain my tits. Based on past experience I knew this to be a good sign.“Hi Mr. Jacobs. I was wondering if I could talk to you about something.” I was still questioning myself about going.