I was just wondering if he was talking about you?" Kevinasked."I, um, I well, I know Michael. He is in my homeroom, but I don't thinkthat it was me he... was talking about. Sorry," I said knowing it sure ashell was me he was talking about. But with my mom standing next to me, Ihad to try to throw the sent off me. Although I would kind of had lovedto say, "Yep, that's me! Michael likes my legs. He's a great kisser,"Just to see what my mom would say to that. I laughed a little to myself.But I bet if. ..As she said this last word she thrust the toy in deeply with a curve of her hips, rubbing it across my prostate in the back of my ass. I moaned loud and that bitch thrust into me again. She laughed and asked me what I was…I moaned loud and told her I was a total cock slut…Then I felt my cock leaking more pre cum and begging to be touched. She noticed that and she warned me I could not touch my cock; as her hips bucked against my plump ass hanging off the edge of the table.Then she opened her. It seemed like the right thing to do. Ipicked up some bourbon and half a dozen beers andcooled my heels in a coffee shop to give them a littletime, then headed on back to the hotel. When I got upto the room I was so excited my knees were shaking. Iheld my breath, slipped my key in the slot and openedthe door. The kid was lying back on the bed holding Connie by herhair as she sucked his enormous cock. Whenever I’dasked for a blowjob she’d always turned me down so thiswas a big. I walked over and patted her, fondling her sensuous warmth in my hand.“I guess it’s time to for me to get a crack at you, sweetheart. There's no one else around, and no one to stop me. So, what do you say, hmmm?” I rubbed my hand slowly up and down her flanks. I know I'd have to explain why I did it…eventually…especially as I had never had an opportunity to play with her before. But this morning, I did…and I was not going to miss out on the chance to do something I had always fantasized.