“Yes?”“Jason, come inside for a minute. It’s too hot. You should have some lemonade.”Jeanne didn’t have any lemonade and suddenly felt foo...lish. Who said things like that?“That’s okay. I’m not thirsty. I’ll keep going.” Jason said with a smile.“Jason!” Jeanne yelled. She was so horny and desperate and had decided that this was her time. If he was going to reject her, he’d do it properly. “Come here please.”Jason came onto the back porch with a confused look on his face.“Come inside for a. We smoked the spliff there on the bed together, both of us looking at the screen and getting harder by the second. After the last toke, I moved closer to her and placed my hand cupped around her balls. She let out a little moan, and her cock twitched. I took my hand to my face, spat into my palm, and then rubbed my saliva on her cock, stroking it ever so gently. She wasted no time in reciprocating, and my cock swelled in anticipation. ‘I want to taste your cock so bad’ I said to her. ‘Let’s do. "Gosh, I love to just soak in the shower, don't you?" She walked over to the sink, and bending slightly, swung open the door of the base cabinet and flicked her fingers over the waste basket. "Hair." She reported. "Don't want the drains to plug up." Is that all? I thought, desperately. She's not going to ask! The horrible possibility flared through me.Finished, she closed the door and smiling, came right over to me, standing within inches. "Whatcha reading?" She asked, putting her free hand on. That one was hard, beause moving only a tiny big screwed things up, and we had to try that one four times before he got one he liked.Then he had me stand with my hands on her shoulders and tried to tell her where to put her hand so it looked like she was gripping my erection. He kept telling her to move it up, or closer to her, but it wasn't working. Then, suddenly, I felt her hand wrap around my cock and grip it firmly."Perfect!" he yelled. "Don't move!" I heard three clicks."Okay," he said..