I moved my mouth up and down his shaft and he let me know he approved by moaning and stroking the top of my head. I sucked him for what seemed like a ...long time. I wanted his cum but he wouldn't let me have it. I began stroking him with one hand and moved the other to his balls, squeezing and stroking then also. I said, "I want your cum!" and that sent him over the edge. He said, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" but I had worked too hard and wanted it too much to stop now. He filled my mouth with. The day drones on, Eddie is making smart remarks under his breath all the time and I'm busting my gut trying not to laugh. He just wants to get me in trouble so he can rag on me. Shit! That was too funny not to laugh at, so I do, and now the teacher is glaring at me. Eddie is looking like sugar wouldn't melt in his mouth while she glares at me. He knows that I have to get even with him now. He knows, so he'll be on his guard. Makes it harder to get him back. But I will.Pretty soon, Eddie is. Hmmm, if I could see her bare pussy, I thought, maybe I can also see her bare tits ... didn’t take me long to slip the bra up over them without unhooking it behind ... knew this trick from making out with my girlfriends and it was a lot faster and easier to get back into position that working on that damn hook ... hell I could get any bra unhooked with one hand (either hand) by the time I was 15, but getting it hooked back was another deal altogether ... leave mom’s hooked and still get her. "What's so funny?" asked Uncle Bob. He looked at his cock. "What's wrong with it?"Brandy laughed harder, feeling much better now. "Nothing is wrong with it!" she giggled. "It's a perfectly fine penis. I was just thinking of pickles and it just seemed funny." You think it looks like a PICKLE!?" said her uncle, trying to sound hurt."Nope!" laughed Brandy. "Most pickles I've seen are BIGGER than that!" She howled with laughter."Well little miss pickle breath, come on over here and play with it a.