I squeezed and kneaded them as she sucked and slurped on my dick.She loved my cock.“Mrs. Albertson,” I whined, my voice so throaty. “Oh, God, Mr...s. Albertson, you have to stop before I erupt. Before I cum in your mouth. Please.”The words were a lie. I wanted to erupt. I wanted to dump my cum down her throat. I was such a wanton futa-slut.I squeezed my tits hard. “I'm going to cum. You're sucking too hard. Oh, Mrs. Albertson, I'll erupt.”That only encouraged her. She stared up at me with those. I fantasized about having sex with one of the drivers in the cab of his truck as I watched them, checking me out.I was back on the road in short time and for the remainder of the trip I began to focus on Jenni and everything that went along with her. I would occasionally glance in the rearview mirror just to admire the mascara covering my lashes and the rouge on my cheeks. By the time I arrived at Missy’s place, Jenni was ready for a fantastic weekend of fun.Missy greeted me at the door with a. My only concern is that she gets the help she really needs.”Kara sighed, “Thanks be to God!”I held her tight until we heard her mom coming down the stairs. Kara quickly moved back to her chair, and we continued talking until lunch. We ate lunch, and I was glad that Mrs. Blanchard didn’t press me on Jennifer or Karin. Kara knew what she needed to know, and everything was on track.“Steve, would you like to stay for dinner?” Mrs. Blanchard asked.“Yes, that’s fine. Just let me call home and let. " It's his turn to grin. "We can do normal things together as well, can't we? Like gaming or talking?" I shrug. "We never tried it." "Oh, well. Did I tell you already that my parents are almost never home during the weekends?" I really try, but I fail to suppress a smirk. "See? I knew you'd like that!" I start to feel a little relaxed again. "I guess." "So, let's do it like this. If we're together, we can do whatever we like. Just friends, but with full access to each other, you know. And if.