When Ron’s Mom called us from the kitchen, we stuffed the
magazine under his mattress, and in our guilty haste, we ran out
of his room and into the kitchen still sporting our hard ons. But before I could shoot she sat up. His Mom and mine had planned this entire thing out. I came first this time, adding more cum
juice to what was already inside her. That made me feel good as we started fucking. She kept sucking and stroking her lips up and
down until she had it all. She kept sucking and stroking her lips up and
down until she had it all. Then she got off my face and laid down beside me and kissed
me on the lips. As I stood there
before her she unbuttoned my shirt and helped me slip it off. She pulled the sheet back and asked
me how long I’d been sleeping nude. It was 1963. She placed her hand on the sheet where my cock was
making a tent out of the sheet. I didn’t know what that word
meant then.
