Charlotte gripped my erection and studied it for a few seconds then put the tip of her tongue into the hole, getting a taste of pre-cum. She glanced into my eyes then kissed the crown. Her hand gripped tighter, she bent it to her, then cautiously slid her lips over the head, I could feel her tongue pressing on the underside of my erection. She didn’t move for a moment but I could feel her tongue flexing. She dipped her head to take me about half way, then pulled up. Charlotte lifted off me, watched my eyes for a reaction then began in earnest to give me head. Even though she was a beginner, I didn’t try to coach her, I just laid back and let her experiment. She bobbed only, no tongue action, no licking or deep throat moves. My daughter was learning a woman’s craft and I was content to let her learn at her own pace; more than content, I was thrilled, from swollen nuts to the end of my prick. She sucked my dick for a couple of minutes then put a hand under my balls and pinched the sack. " thanks im so sorry look i got ur pants wet with the slush, it makes no sence, slush here ice there! i HATE winter!" i quickly let go of her hand. i get embarassed really easily and am very shy. finally we were in school, "later" was the last we spoke until the walk home. it was a warm afternoon, aboht 45 degrees, i took off my big carhartt and was just in my hoodie. i heard someone walking behind me, not payi g attention i kept on my way, listening to m ipod, Black Veil Brides Iwrestledabearonce and lots of country. then i felt a tap on my shoulder and looked back to see Courtney there, she looks so grwat no matter what. i took my earbuds out and said hi. "hi, i have a huge favor to ask" whats up" i said. "could u walk me home or at least to my street please, im not feeling good." "sure" i said. "whats wrong" i asked, somehow i didnt feel shy today maybe it was luck, fate or somethkng but it was easg to talk to her today. "honestly, i feel like shit, look like shit, and dont give a.
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