Flattry!He eyelook me makes thighs quiver, knees weak. He see ME, not just ogle bod. Riis talk face not tits. More he not look, more I wish him. Look ...me I say with moves. He shake head and smile. He look me then ok plenty, then talk me again. He cool. I wet.Surprise. I not feel that since Jona-shit. This gy, just know now, already ready-eddy. Shame I say me. Shame or not I say back, still. Duh.That night, I rase Een. My house, Ma-Pa working natch, we play old touchie-feelie games. Een go, come. " Then let it stay in there, whore." Sir, I'm sore. I want to go home. Come on. I'll drop you guys off wherever you live." You attempt to pull away but the his hand is on you, twisting your nipple again. I cry out. He looks at you with a serious, hard expression. "You want to go home?" He twists some more. You cry out. "Then shit. Shit his dick out of your butthole. Shit it like it was a big ol' turd." He laughs his mean laugh. Now you're ready for this to be over. Shame is overwhelming you. So. I gulped desperately, trying to swallow every drop, but managed to lose plenty. Benny sighed in satisfaction and stood there looking at Dons fingers slide my shorts down to my knees. I felt his cock getting soft in my mouth."Was she good Benny?" Don laughed, sliding my sopping wet thongs down to my bent knees to join the shorts. Benny nodded, his eyes transfixed on my smooth barely furred mound. The lips were glistening wet with my cum, and my clit was still engorged from when Tom had been. She had this thing about my hair. Whatever!Shortly after we started dating she asked... no, she told me to let my hair grow long. She said she loved long hair on men and that my hair was so thick and full that it would look great if it was longer. I soon gave up and just let it grow. I thought she would get tired of it after awhile and I could get it cut short again. No such luck. The longer it got the more she liked it. I mean she soon had me using her shampoo and conditioner and she brushed.