"Shore, Mister. What da ya want ta know?" First of all, who is that man you were talkin' to?" I don't know. He just walked in a few minutes ago an' or...dered a beer. I asked him ifen he wuz interested in a quickie, but he turned me down. He said that he had a hangover, an' he needed ta git rid of that afore he could even think 'bout fuckin'." OK, that's what we wanted to know. Take yer dollar an' make yerself scarce." The woman grabbed the coin before Adam could change his mind and rushed to the. The seemingly innate ability to take every inch of my cock down her teen throat accompanied by sincere, involuntary moans of delight proved too much to me after a couple of minutes and I just started to send rope after rope of cum down her insatiable throat. Never once during that 15 second hosing did her lips leave the base of my cock. Finally, she slowly pulled her lips tightly off my cock to ensure she got every last drop of my mature sperm in her tummy. She then even squeezed the head of my. “Oh, my. What a big boy you are.”She stood back up and looked me in the face as one of her hands wandered to my cock. It twitched her in her hand when she caressed it, and she smiled lustily. I breathed out raggedly as she massaged me, and I let my hands wander across the soft firmness of her breasts, teasing her dark nipples until they stood out rigidly against my palms. I squeezed them gently, and she leaned forward to kiss me once again. Our embrace was now fuelled by lust, and we devoured. Rushing to the back door, Kerri found a small package stuffed between the screen door and back door. Her hands were shaking when she ripped it open and was confronted with a very sheer, black blouse. A small note was attached and it read, 'you will wear this blouse tomorrow at school so I hope you have something that goes with it?' Her eyes filled with tears and she read the last demoralizing line, which punctuated her dilemma. 'And don't wear anything under the blouse!'Holding the blouse up,.