”“Wow that almost sounded like a proposal. You didn’t even give me a chance to ask.”“You may have never got around to it. Besides, last summ...er your mom told me if I ended up pregnant from our playing around to get my ass back here where I belong. I don’t care if we get married or not, I just want to know if you want to be with me.”“Becky, I’ve always wanted to be with you. We fit together in every way possible.”Becky started stroking my dick again and said we needed to head back to the house. We should get going," says a perky red-headed girl. "It's getting dark and the neighborhoods in this area ain't safe. We wouldn't want get raped now would we," she adds winking at Mark and clearly looking at his erection tenting the front of his wet briefs. The girls begin walking away. "OMG. Like, did you see that? Like, he totally has a boner," Mark hears one of the girls whisper as they passed by."No way. Are you sure," comments another girl. They move on, but occasionally one or two girls. Brinson just smiled and said, "shouldn't you be concentrating on your art work?" "i'm trying," i replied. with my eyes on the easel she got up off her chair and rolled a typing desk to her chair and took her seat which was 15 or 20 feet away from where i sat. the typing desk was just a table top on a frame of metal legs. i swallowed nervously realizing i now had an unobstructed view of mrs. brinson's legs. as she worked the keys of the typewriter she began to cross and uncross. So I went to John while he was standing up dropped to my hands and knees and looked up to him and begged "Please fuck my mouth." More cheers, "fuck her mouth, she wants it." John went to his knees and whipped out his cock and took no time carefully jamming it all the way down my throat. He set the pace with his hands grabbing my hair to balance himself. More tears rolled down my cheeks as his large mushroomed head forced its way all down my throat as he slammed his stomach into my face and his.