Man, that dd was to die for.We met in the colony, a couple of time, and often bumped into each other during our morning walks. She’d always come pri...m and proper, dressed to the t, where not even the panty line was misplaced, and it would leave you to imagine if there is something on the inside or no.As luck would have it, one fine morning, I happened to help her, since he seemed to have sprained her ankle, so I made her sit, get her runners off and eased her ankle and massaged the arch of her. Mandy took Bob a plate of food after he failed to show up to get his own. He was on the bridge, monitoring radio traffic on a storm that was brewing to the east of their position."Thanks," he said, digging in immediately."Uncle Bob?"He looked up, but continued to chew."Is there any chance..." She stopped and blushed, but went on. "Is there any possibility that Professor Simpson is a..." Again she couldn't finish. Bob just waited. Finally Mandy got it out in a rush. "I think Professor Simpson. His hands were holding my head firmly and there was no way I could backout. As he came more and more, my mouth filled with his warm seed andthere was nothing I could do but swallow. I kept swallowing until hestopped spurting. Still he held my head as I licked the last few dropsof cum from the end of his member. Eventually I could feel it softeningin my mouth, at which point he released my head and stood back, hismember popping out of my mouth and leaving a last drop of cum on mylower lip. As I. Four or five maybe. It doesn’t exactly come up in casual conversation, you know.”“It doesn’t have to hurt,” said Bobby. “At least in my experience, you can make it hurt as little as possible.”“How many girls have you ... done it with?” she asked.“You don’t want to know,” he said.“Yes I do.”“No, you don’t,” he said firmly.“What are you ... some kind of stud?” She laughed.He only smiled. “Trust me, with the right guy, you’ll have a good time. Why are you in a hurry anyway?”“I’m not in a hurry,”.