It's number 358." The girl eating her pussy began tofinger mine. "I can get a ride from someone here. But you're welcometo stay as long as I do." I t...old her we were going to go home. Both Ann and I were completelyblown away. Mom said she'd be home later, and that we might now doanything we wanted now, including fucking our boyfriends in the house. Ann and I asked our way to the locker room and got the keys fromMom's locker. We tried to clean up a little at the sink, but that wasa thoroughly. Yup. That’s me. Scott Norton. A real card. -two- I went straight out to Lenny Clemens’ office. ‘Scott Norton,’ I told the girl at the desk. ‘To see Mr. Clemens.’ ‘One moment, please. I’ll see if he’s in.’ Where else would he be, but in? Who was she kidding? ‘Mr. Norton to see you,’ she said into the telephone. There was a long pause while Miss Receptionist played cool-eyed, listening to whatever Clemens was telling her. I had a good idea what he might be asking. She put down the telephone and. You do not say a word. You are breathing hard and you feel like a rutting bull. Dave takes each of your fingers and sucks on each one in turn. Each finger goes deep into his mouth. You feel him reach and take a nipple in each hand and he begins to gently squeeze increasing the pressure he pinches them hard and then gives them a sharp twist which takes your breath away, you gasp not knowing what he will do next so you plead with him to let you cum as he nibbles your ear you hear him say no. He. A five-gallon bucket with a hand pump on it would help him remove the lubricant from the quick change, and pump it right back in when he was done. It was pretty ingenious.Grandpa and Rossy were in conference while Tim and dad laughed and joked. Mom had my helmet cleaned and ready and was sitting in a lawn chair with her feet up on the toolbox.I sat in a chair next to her and finished up my hot dog.“Where’s mine?” mom asked jokingly.“They’re still making them,” I shrugged. “I dunno, I just.