I sat on his lap again and started to make-out again.You stay truthful to me even though youre the bad-ass delinquent one.Thats one of the many reason...s I love you. I said catching my breath.I took off my shorts and tank top and sat on his lap again.I closed my eyes and leaned on his shoulder when I felt arms around me.My eyes opened when I realized I aas being carried.The two were carrying me to the side of the pool.Fuck.Youre gonna throw me in, arent you? They both nodded.I was expecting youd. "So now you know, Pete. And I'd kind of appreciate it if you didn't gossip too widely about me at work." I won't!" he insisted. "Definitely not, mate. I just... wow! I had no idea! I thought you were... you know... Mr Straight Laced, I suppose."I chuckled again. "I am straight. I love women. I just... well... I like the sensation of having a guy doing that to me too. Only as a release – nothing more than that." What, like, just for kicks? No commitment or anything? No boyfriend stuff?". Show me how good of a mommy you are to my needy cock,” he cried urgently.I was such a good cock mommy. I felt like a barbie too; a big-breasted bimbo submissively sucking on my man’s large, pink cock; mothering it until he came inside my mouth so I could taste and swallow his delicious semen. I was meant for loving his penis.‘Slurp, slurp, slurp,’ my mouth traveled his entire length multiple times, coating him with wet spit before wrapping my hand to his penis’ base and pumping his cock; my. With this recent activity still on our minds, it is a wonder that my friend, Phil, and I would even consider such activity. But we were young and a little thing like the CID hanging around looking for the likes of us was not going to interfere. No, not one little bit.It really hadn’t been all that intentional, but there was this book, the title even now escapes me, and Phil was exhibiting a hardon that was reaching down his pants leg for about eight-inches or so. It was huge. He invited me to.