I first had to finish my fantasy football draft...we won't go there...and that dragged on..the longer it went the more everyone drank...I was stone so...ber. What seemed like forever was now over. I jumped in my car and headed to "our" spot.. It's a dead end road just off the highway. Nice and quiet. I arrive...but shes not there...I get a message that she will be there in a minute. I light a smoke waiting for her. She arrives...I say hi...a quick kiss and tell her to close her eyes. I gave her a. “Your Aunt Karen wrote that on me,” Betty said. She had promised to keep this a secret as long as no one asked her about it. Now that the cat was out of the bag, Betty thought nothing of admitting who had done the writing. She thought Karen would laugh it off.Karen was mortified. She looked down at her plate and sighed. She couldn’t look at Tucker at all. She wasn’t sure what he would think.Tucker was shocked and pleasantly surprised.“Don’t look so glum,” Betty told Karen. “You made five. She placed slow wet kisses on my neck."You wanna spend some points?" she asked."Uh-huh," I groaned.She kissed my lips. Our tongues met as her fist pumped up and down furiously inside my pants.My dad arrived home just in time to see me panting and grunting as I came all over the inside of my boxers.He laughed a little as she slid her sticky hand out of my jeans and wiped it off on my t-shirt.The next day after school, Sam and I watched the video again, each of us jerking off.After more of the. " They kissed, fondled, caressed, and in a matter of seconds, the lovers were buck-naked. Each wanted the other all-damn day and fucking couldn't wait a second longer. They hit the office floor, pawing at each other until Deshawn spread Desiree's legs and licked up her labia lips teasingly slow. "Mmmm, you taste good. You want more?" "Oh...please do it. You're so bad, Deshawn." At Desiree's moans, Deshawn lashed his tongue like a taskmaster's whip over her core, teasing his lover's clit.