" The third message was left at 1:10. It was clear that Jeanne had waited exactly thirty minutes before she called me again. "Michael, you're scaring ...me. Please call. I don't care if it's four in the morning, just call me. We have to talk. I don't want to lose you over something as insignificant as this. It really isn't that important." I deleted all three messages and shut off my telephone. I wasn't yet ready to talk to Jeanne, and based on her messages, she wasn't ready to talk to me either.. At the last second I pulled my mouth off of him, I wanted to see his orgasm. A stream of creamy, thick jizz splashed across my face and shirt. I loved it. I dove my mouth back onto his quivering dick and sucked wildly, lost in lust. I sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, over and over. He came so much and I felt that wonderful warm, light headed feeling of pleasure and satisfaction again. Intoxicating and addictive. He pulled his cock and balls back through the hole and I found I missed. But they were not able to.I entered the story when I went first time to her house. Actually I went her house to deliver the courier which wrongly delivered to us by the delivery boy. I thought it was a good chance to get into her house. I rang the bell of her house but didn’t get any reply. When I didn’t get any reply, I entered in the house didn’t know where to go. I entered in a room but found nobody. Suddenly when I turned my face I saw a beauty queen, the dream of every boy (the girl). She. .. never ... only my mother and sisters have seen me without clothes,” she explained.“If you’re worried about what I’ll think, I already think that you’re as beautiful as your sister. If you join us, I’m going to get hard just looking at you,” I warned.“Emma told me that, too,” Belle giggled. This time it was my turn to blush. I quickly stripped out of my clothes while Belle gawked. Emma joined me in shedding her clothing. She was bare beneath them.“Still want to join us?” I asked Belle. She.