I, of course, had made a face, and pulled back. “What?” She said, “It’s good enough for me to suck, and swallow, but not good enough for you? If you EVER think I’ll suck you off again, you better bring desi those lips back here.” It kinda did make sense, I guess, but…wasn’t that a bit queer? Well, I had enjoyed it, wanted it again, so… I leaned towards here, she grabbed the back of my head, pulled me to her, planted her lips on mine, and proceeded to French me. I survived, and, it really didn’t taste too bad, either. It wasn’t the last time we kissed after I received a blow job. It was a very short leap, from eating my cum, to realizing, I didn’t care for cold cum, that I’d always tasted, eaten, warm cum from my girlfriends mouth. I’d done it so much, that over the years, I’d not even paid attention to the fact I was eating my own cum. Now, scraping it off myself, indian it had cooled. I tried several different contortions and twisting to get that tasty cum in my mouth, nothing worked until the realization hit, the only way I’d get a mouthful of warm cum was…oh my good lord. Suck cock. I had to suck a cock? Pleasure burned across Salome's face. You did great. Sorry babe." I decided to strike up a conversation about what type of music she liked, I found most teenagers like to talk your ear off about their favorite desi music if you pretended to be interested. They stood in silence for a few long seconds then Jim said,"Its hot today. "After I came and we were done, there was blood on the sheet. Lizzie laughed incredulously- “mine? I commented, “Well done,” and left before she could think of any other matters indian that she could stonewall me on. That still itched at me. I tried to appeal to her, but she couldn’t see that this fight had to happen. She leaned over and looked at the tip of my dick. One young blond did take it seriously. “Hey, baby girl. WHERE ARE YOU? I just quietly stiffled a laugh. "Of course I will imagine you masturbating in the other room if I know you are doing it," Maria objected. Her heart melted and she said, "Thank you Master." Stan quickly returned carrying boxes of shoes. But we all must go home on Sunday morning….