Yes, Julia answered with a sob.I’ll lick it off the floor.You’d lick piss off the floor?Piss or cum.We were both drunk and it probably should have ended there, but it didn’t. Long story short, she left her husband for me, granny we married and divorced after three years of marriage.I only ordered the boys to add their mothers to the Mother Fucking Club.I had to learn something.I moaned, this time a little louder old .------------------------ He continued to suck my dick for lezzy about 5 to 10 minutes, occasionally swapping hands and removing his mouth so he could add a little more spit.That's why it's going to be so Lesbian hot when you licked his jizz out of Miss Daisy's pussy.Aurelia said, pushing him back down on her bed.After all her time working herself up the feeling of bliss that flooded her was so intense.How dare you compilation walk away from me without permission? Needless to say, my mother definitely would not have been pleased, if she would have come home from work to find dried-up sperm puddles and streaks all over the carpet, by the side of my bed.As Chris and I were both getting dressed, he told me that he wanted to have sex with me again the very next afternoon at my house, if that was okay with me.And of course, I told him that it was okay with me --which was a huge understatement on my part. What I was really hoping at that very moment, was that Chris would change his mind about leaving. I wanted him to pull his pants back down, and have sex with me again, right there on the spot--because, believe it or not, I could feel my dick already starting to grow inside my pants again. And we were still in my bedroom, with the bedroom door closed and locked.But instead, Chris opened the bedroom door, and I followed him into the living room, and we simply said our goodbyes to one another. But right before Chris stepped out Lesbian of the front door of my house to walk back home to his, he assured me that he was fine with us just jacking each other off for now, until I finally became more comfortable with the whole situation, and let him know that I was ready to start trying other things. And with that, he left my house.Meanwhile, I was still feeling so horny and mentally granny excited from what had just taken place between Chris and me, that I went straight back to my bedroom, closed and locked my bedroom door behind me, retrieved my hidden stash of visual masturbation aids --which at this point in my life, took the form of mostly Hustler and Penthouse men's magazines--and I stared at the photos of the naked, spread-legged women's pussies, while I got naked from the waist down myself, and then jacked off my already fully-erect dick.But unfortunately, due to my exceptionally high level of mental sexual excitement, that post-Chris's-departure-from-my-house jack-off session still didn't do the trick for me. I just kept on getting spontaneous boners throughout the rest of the afternoon. And I also couldn't help but think about what Chris had meant when he had told that we would eventually be trying other things together.After I finished eating supper with Mom that evening, I excused myself from the dinner table, being very careful to hide the very-noticeable bulge at the front of my pants from my mother. And I ended up having to make a beeline for the bathroom, so that I could jack lezzy myself off once again--if for no other reason, than to try to get rid of the boner from hell that just didn't seem to want to go away, on its own.And while I was standing up in front of the bathroom sink, and staring at the blood-engorged head of my own dick in the bathroom mirror, as I was stroking away at it like a madman, all I could think about was Chris's super-sexy-looking, drastically-flared-out dick-head; and those gigantic balls of his; and especially his awesome volcanic sperm-release.And while I was orgasming and squirting my sperm all over the sink, I was vividly imagining that I was rubbing my dick-head up against Chris's, and then ejaculating my sperm all over the head of his dick.It wasn't until immediately afterwards that I realized that I had just hit a masturbation milestone. This was the very first time in my life when I had not experienced a single thought about girls or women--or about their nipples, or about their pussies--the whole time that I was jacking myself off.Instead, all I had ended compilation up thinking about was my best friend's dick. It didn't matter that I wasn't gay, or that I wasn't actually in love with Chris. All that really mattered was that I was in love with his penis. old And I quickly decided that I could live with that--just as long as Chris was in love with my penis, too (and not in love with me ). And judging from my first two sexual encounters with him, I was fairly certain that this was the case.The bad news was that after I had finished jacking myself off and I had left the bathroom, the head of my dick was rubbed raw, and feeling very sore to the touch.But the good news was that I finally felt sexually satiated, which meant no more spontaneous boners. And that was a very good thing, because I was finally able to stop thinking about sex--at least, long enough so that I could concentrate on getting my school homework done.And of course, that very next morning, despite my still-sore dick-head, I found myself looking forward to Round 3 with my special horny friend.* * * * *MILESTONE 3Surprised by a Horny FriendAt the end of our one-week-old secret sexual relationship, my horny male friend surprises me--twice...* * * * *Chris and I got together to have sex every afternoon during that very first week of our secret sexual relationship.And Rounds 3, 4, 5 and 6 with Chris ended up being pretty much carbon copies of Round 2. In other words, after school, Chris and I would meet up to take the city bus home together.