I felt his big fat cock head at the back of my mouth and lined up with the entrance of my throat, then he pulled my head forward as he thrust his cock... forward and his cock head popped my throat open and it slid down into my throat.I gagged at first so he pulled it out and then did the same thing again this time he kept it there even though I was gagging and gasping for air. I was frightened he was going to choke me to death or make me vomit, but he said breathe through your nose and relax which. On her face! Dad liked to spew his spunk on a woman’s face. Mom must know that.I grabbed Mom’s legs and yanked her lower on the bed, then pulled her feet around to the side. There, I twisted her feet until Mom rolled over onto her back, then walked around to the other side of the bed behind her head. I grabbed her arms and positioned her to get her neck on the edge with her head tipping just over. Mom smiled. She knew what was coming.The sleeping mask had ridden up on Mom’s face but not enough. An unending stream of valedictorians and commencement speakers have, for time immemorial, explained this to the graduating classes in America. Maybe elsewhere too. Who knows? They all say this isn’t an ending ... it’s a beginning.In the case of the graduating class of Granger High, in the spring of 1975, it was a beginning, at least for Chuck and the twins. Ironically, it was the beginning of the end.Chuck took them out that night, and wanted to fuck them to celebrate. Neither girl had procured. Your lips move from my lips, leaving me weak with an intense longing. No one has ever made me feel this way from just one kiss. You lower your head, blowing softly across my nipples making the ache for more. Leaning closer, you use the tip of your tongue to trace a full circle around one, then flicking it tenderly. You take my nipple into your warm, wet mouth, continuing to flick the tip gently with your tongue. My body reacts on its own, arching hungrily upwards, closer to the source of such.