Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2011 10:16:07 +0000 (GMT) From: MICHEL Subject: Marc Math teacher 2 This is a work of fiction. That is not to say no facts or real events are included, only that the people and the Beneficial are fictional. If you have a problem with homosexual behavior, sex between men and boys, men and men, boys and boys and the male and female, you should not read it. If you are under some legal age as defined in your home place, you know what to do. Marc Math teacher Part 2 Chapter 2 I wake up during the night, I look at the clock it is 1 am. I am very horny, my wife is still sleeping next to me, she is naked and she has turned her back to me, so all I can see is her shoulder. I let my hand feel her back from her shoulder to her ass. She's moaning a bit loud. I ask her if she is awake, she giggles a little and I hear "yes". I take the sheet and move it away a little, now I can see all her back and the beginning of her ass. She's still looking at the other side, so I can't look her in her eyes. It isn't my intention at this time to look in her eyes. I want to see her ass and her other brown eye. I take the opportunity to move my pajama pants off. I get close to her, so now my dick is just against her bum. I put my hand in each part of her ass and spread it. So now I can see her open asshole. She pushes her ass to me and asks "Can you fuck my ass please?" "Yes I want to please you." I'm so excited that a lot of precum is coming from my peehole. I use it to lubricate my dick. I spread her ass a bit more, she helps me, she opens her legs and I push my dick at her open asshole. I feel my cockhead at her open hole, and then she turns her head to me to have a kiss. I can't believe what I see and can't move anymore. It is... "Peter what are you doing here?" I ask. At that moment he pushes his open ass on my dick and says "You want me so let your dick push down my love channel." "Oh Peter what are you doing?" I say, not able to say more but I don't do anything to push him away. "Mmmmm, it's so good, having your cock in my tight ass." he says. "Yes, say it, you love to put your dick in his ass," I heard my wife ask. The second shock for me. I stop fucking him, afraid of what my wife can think about this situation. She entered our room and saw me fucking Peter in our bed. How can I explain this. I tried to say "I just woke up and fucked him thinking it is you." She won't believe me. "Don't stop darling and you might as well admit you want to fuck Peter, you want his ass. Do it and say it, trust me." She has just asked me to fuck him and tell everyone that I want to fuck a boy. Peter started to fuck himself on my dick. The pressure is so good and this is a new feeling for me. "Darling you have to trust me and do it. So fuck him good and say it "I love it." So I start to fuck him again slow and good. "That's good, do it and say you want your dick in him, darling, say it." I cum in him as I say loud "Yes I love to fuck you Peter!" Then I wake up. My dick and chest are wet with my own cum. I need some time to recover and understand what is going on and who is next to me. I check it is my wife, she doesn't move, but she's holding my dick in her hand and she has a firm grip on it. It feels tight. So I realize why it was so real in the dream. I can't say anything, I need to recover and I need to find out what my wife heard from me. After some time my wife whispers in my ear "Nice dream I see, so now you have to tell me all about your dream my dear." "What did I say during my dream?" "Don't be afraid about what you scream, I know you very well and our son wasn't here to hear you so I just want you to tell me the truth darling. You have to trust me as I trust you. I can help you more than you realize. But you have to tell me all." As she tells me this she keeps her hand on my dick and continues to stroke it gently. My dick is still hard and I moan loud. She looks right in my eyes and never stops looking at me in a good way. I can see that she is telling me the truth, I can trust her and in a way I haven't done anything wrong. So I start to tell her my last dream, she still keeps her hand on my dick and strokes it gently and squeezes it from time to time. This attention makes me feel good and in a way encourages me to continue. She whispers a few words like "Yes, mmm go on." When I finish, she still strokes my dick and kisses me a very good passionate kiss, long and deep. Then she stops and looks straight at me and says "Darling, I'm glad that you trust me and tell me all about your last dream, but I have to tell you that I have known most of it for 2 years." "How have you known it from 2 years ago as I hadn't any idea myself before 2 days ago?" "That's why I'm telling you that I know you better than you know yourself. When you dream you talk a lot. And for your information you had some wet dreams 2 years ago about Georges the older brother of Jamie. To tell you the truth the first time I heard you scream Georges' name and cum on me it was a bit of a shock. I cleaned myself and came back to bed and understood that you were still sleeping so I asked you some questions and you were very open in your dream with the way you answered me. I understood that you love boys, but you had never done anything with any boy. Now I knew it. I was scared that you don't love me anymore, but you have never done anything wrong against me or our son. So during this year I helped you to have your fantasies in your dreams. It was interesting that after our sex during the night, the next day you were very horny and our sex love was very good. I was a bit frustrated because when you wake up you never remember anything. I couldn't tell you what I knew and you don't seem to remember. But it ended during the summer vacation and the last year nothing happened anymore. I was thinking it was only a big deep fantasy and everything will be the same as before. I was a bit disappointed because our sex was not as good and not so intense. Then to my pleasure you restarted last night and I helped you again, pleased that your feelings for boys wasn't finished yet. But this time when you woke up I was scared that everything will change so I pretend to be sleeping and see how you react. In a way I want to tell you the truth about my own feelings too." "What are they?" "I'm like you, I love young boys. Since I discovered that you love boys, my feelings about them increased at the same time I helped you in your wet dreams. I started to fantasise about boys and their bodies. And now that we are telling each other our deep feelings, I think we can try to find a way to cross the river together." "But darling, that would be against the law. Having fantasies is enough, we can share them together. She says. "Oh, Marc I'm not stupid even if I am not an American citizen. But we can find some boys who love to have sex and who it doesn't bother them to have sex with me or you." "Do you know some boy like this?" "Yes, and you know him..." "Excuse me?" "Yes, remember yesterday, you just bumped into him when you came back home and you have fucked him in your dream..." "Are you sure Peter wants it without telling either of us?" "I'm pretty sure because during our private lessons he always seduces me every time he gets the opportunity. And from what I saw yesterday at the door, I'm quite sure that you don't have to ask him twice for him to do it with you. But we have to find a safe way to ease him in the right direction. If you're OK with that I can try to find what he has in mind and how far he is ready to go with us." "Yes please Hélène, do it for both of us. Seduce him so we can have some fun together." "Oh Marc you're getting harder, is it possible that you can come any harder? Mmm, fuck me please. So we're agreed, I'll try to see if Peter is open for a 3-way. But for now I just want us to celebrate our new sex life." She sat on my dick and as we were both very excited my lubricated dick slid in her wet cunt so easily. She's taking my hands and puts one on her breast and the other on her clit and kisses me and whispers loudly "Go on Marc fuck me and make me cum good." I start to fuck her good and deep and with my hands I start to play with her big nipple and with her clit, she begins to fuck herself on my dick and put her hand on my torso and feel my nipple through my hair. She squeezes and pinches them, she plays harder on my nipple as she increases her fucking. Then she screams "Oh yes Marc that is so good, I can't wait to have sex with you and the boy, would you love it too?" Yes, I would love it all the way." "Tell me darling, would you love to have sex with them?" "Yes mmm, why you ask it?" "Would you kiss them?" "Yes, a good French kiss like this" and I kiss her and she moans more in my mouth and she squeezes my nipple more. She breaks the kiss and asks "Would you like to be sucked by a boy?" "Yes, dear. All he wants I do to him" "So you'll do anything to the boy?" "Yes I'll do anything to him if he asks me to." I can't stop my orgasm anymore so I cum in her cunt as she pinches my nipple some more. I play with her clit and nipple too and she asks in a loud moaning "Will you share cum with a boy?" "Oh yes darling anything he and you want, I'll do." At this time she screams how she loves me and how sexy it is and she never has a such an orgasm and it is very good. She moves next to me on her back to recover. I'm next to her and also need some rest. I'm about to fall asleep when she takes my head in her hands and kisses me and says :"Oh that's so good I can't wait to have a 3 way with Peter. I really hope he's open to this idea... But for now I want you to clean my pussy before we sleep. We don't have to wake up early. Vincent will be back in the afternoon from his sleep over with his friend." I do it, I lick her cunt clean and eat all my cum in there. I love the taste of my cum. But when I have done it she puts her hand on my head and strokes it gentle. I think it is the first time with my wife that I feel really secure and in real love with her. I'm a very lucky man who has found such a wife. I don't know how this will go between us and if we'll do it in real but in a way I don't care. My big deep fantasy which I didn't know about 2 days before can come true with my wife. I sleep with my face on her cunt, a very deep sleep. When I wake up my wife isn't in bed and I can smell she's in the kitchen preparing the breakfast or what else. I have lost what time it is. I stand up I'm naked and go down to the kitchen with a big smile on my face. She's there and turns me away. I just stay in the doorway and look at her. She turns to me and sees me naked and smiles to me. She comes and kisses me a deep kiss and says "You had better dress, we don't know when our son will be back dear. I love you and thank again for last night" "Thanks to you, I don't know how to thank you for all the love and the trust in me" I say. "I know. Thanks to you too and by the way this is just the start of our big love and fun..." I go to take a quick shower and dress. I come back to the kitchen and we eat a good breakfast. The day is going good and gentle anymre. I prepare my school lesson and the private lesson. In the last afternoon we are in the kitchen and she still wants to know more about my deep feelings about all the boys I teach and especially the 4 boys I will have for a private lesson. The door opens and we hear Vincent coming straight to the kitchen and as he opens the door I say a bit loud to my wife " Stop !" I look at Vincent who looks at us and seems to lose his smile and goes quiet. "How was your weekend with your friend?" "Great, I guess, we play good with Jamie who lives next to him. I have to prepare my schoolbag" and he left the kitchen. My wife and I looked at each other and she says "Something is wrong. Follow him and try to find out what is going on, darling." I go to his bedroom and knock. He says "Come in". " Are you OK Vincent, is there something that bothers you?" "Yes my best friend is leaving at the end of the month." " Oh I'm sorry about that. Are you ready to go to eat now?" "Yes. I have something to do before I'm coming." I come back to the kitchen and tell Hélène. She says " We'll have to support him, it's a big deal for him, especially if he was his lover." " Hélène stop it about that, do you really want your son to be gay?". "I'm not sure but I guess that there is more than a friendly relationship because..." But she stops talking because Vincent comes in. He looks again at us and I see that his feelings are getting worse. He eats in silence. He excuses himself and goes straight to his bedroom. "Marc don't let him be like that, you'll have to talk to him." I walk in the room, he is on his bed his entire clothes are dropped to the floor and I can see that he's crying but no sound comes out of his mouth. I sit on his bed and put my hand on his shoulder and squeeze it gently. "is he your best friend and will he miss you? " " Yes." " Will he live far away?" " He doesn't know for now." " So perhaps he stays in this town." " No, that's all he knows" " OK, Vincent, it's a hard time for you and I understand that he's your really best friend but you can keep in touch and we will try to find a way that you can still see him during holidays, we'll help you." "Thank you but as his parents are going to divorce it will be more complicated." "Yes you have a good point but don't worry we'll find a way with his parents" He seemed to relax a bit, I still have my hand on his shoulder but he continues to turn his back to me. "Give me a hug darling, I still love you." And the crying restarts even more. " Hey kiddo what's going on, has something else upset you? I feel it. You must tell me. You can trust me." " Well, (sniff)... will you... Mom..." " Go on just ask. You're safe, nothing will go outside of this room. Trust us darling you're our lovely son." "Will you get a divorce also?" "Hell NO, what makes you think that?" " You're telling the truth?" "Yes of course, don't you trust me? Do you want me to call mum so she can say it to you as well, why are you thinking that?" "Well, it's because of my friend he told me how he discovered it. Every time he walked in a room where his parents were they would always stop talking, and today you just did it when I came twice in the kitchen that's why I was afraid about it." "I understand now, I'm sorry that we made you scared about this. Don't be afraid, we're not going to get a divorce and by the way sometimes we have some little secrets that we don't want you hear them. So that's all, so turn to me and give a big hug to your dad." He turns to me and we hug. At this time Hélène knocks on the door. "Is everything ok?" "Yes, he will miss his friend and was upset about it but he will be ok, I will stay with him a little bit if you don't mind." "No guy, it's ok." "Mum, give me a kiss, please." She bends over me and kisses him. When she gets up she puts her hand on my dick and squeezes it and turns to leave the room. "Mum, can I sleep with you tonight?" He asks shyly. "Yes darling, but only this night because you're very upset but.." "Yes mum I understand, I'm not a little boy you know." "Ok guy, so time for the real bed" she says laughing. Vincent jumps and hurries up into our bed and disappears under the sheets in our bed in no time. My wife whispers to me "Before we go to bed, I'll need to take care of you. I don't want any mess tonight, so go to the bathroom, get ready and I'll be back." Then she goes to our room and I hear her say, "We'll take a shower. We'll be back in bed just after." I stay naked in the bathroom with a big boner when my wife comes and as we fuck fast under the shower we're moaning a bit loud. After we are done I ask her "Do you think he heard us?" "If he did he will know that we are still in love together" she says kissing me deep. When we return to our bed Vincent is sleeping with a very big smile on his face. Perhaps he is not asleep but I don't care and we get into the bed. Vincent is still in the middle. We kiss him and then I turn off the light. After 5 minutes Vincent turns to me and starts to hug me tight. I feel his hot body against mine. I ask my wife if she is sleeping. She does not answer. So I fall into a deep sleep. When I wake up it is early in the morning just before the alarm clock rings. Vincent is still tight to my body. My wife gets up and says "I'll prepare the breakfast, everyone has had a good sleep. Wake him slowly, we need to be careful about his feelings during the next few days." She left the room after giving us a kiss. I feel his hot body against me. I can feel that I start to get a bit excited and my penis gets hard but not too hard. I stroke lightly his upper body to wake him up but he doesn't wake up but he comes even closer to me as if it is possible and now I'm very aware about his little dick against my leg. Every time I squeeze his back he moans a bit and pushes his body against me some more and his dick starts to come alive. Now I can feel his hard dick against me and I know that he is having a good dream. I don't want to wake up him now. I can't help my feelings but I must stop, I am scared to cross the line with my son. My dick is very hard too now. I can't help myself and continue to stroke his back and at each stroke he moans even more and pushes his hips against my body, and now he begins to fuck himself on my leg and he is moaning even more loudly. I cannot stop him and I don't want to. I pull him tight to me and squeeze his back and I say "I love you my sweet earth." Then he suddenly gasps and wakes up as his body shakes. I understand that he has just had a dry orgasm. He sits up and looks at me and I can see that he's very frightened by what he has done. I take his shoulder and pull him on my chest and say " It's OK son, don't worry about it. It's natural you just have a dream, and a good dream I can see. Every boy had some good dreams." I kiss his forehead gently I feel his body relaxed "Dad, I..." "Vincent, It's OK don't be upset I'm a guy too, I understand." " But my dick is hard against you, it's embarrassing.." " Don't be embarrassed Vincent, all guys have a hard-on on a morning and so do I, We must speak more about it later because for now your mum will be upset if we are not in the kitchen in 5 minutes for breakfast" "Thank you dad" He kisses me and gets out of the bed and runs to his bedroom to get dressed. I get up and dress myself and we go down to eat our breakfast. Then I go to school for my first class and of course this class is with the four boys. When I enter the classroom all the kids are in their place except that four are missing and they are my four boys. I ask the class if someone knows where they are. Nobody knows of course. That upsets me but I start my lesson. 15 minutes later there is knock on the door and there they are and excuse themselves. Jamie, Francis and Brandon are red and they seem to have run to get to my class. I show them their places and say "Take your places, and don't disturb anymore the class please, Where is Devon?" "Sorry, sir, we don't know, that's why we're late, nobody knows where he is." I am in shock, my Devon wasn't there and nobody knows... I can see that the three of them are very afraid and I can see that Francis is about to cry. I can't continue the lesson anymore, I'm so afraid too and seeing Jamie look like shit, I lost my color too. What's going on? The day was beginning so well and now... A second knock on the door. The headmaster is there. "Marc can I talk to you?" "Be quiet, I'll be back." When I walk out my legs shake, afraid like hell. "We have a problem with Devon. He just ran away from his house this morning and nobody knows where he is. Have you seen him at all this morning?" "No, what's happened?" "Let's go to my office, his father is there and wants to talk to you, he looks like shit..." I enter his office. Devon's father is sitting in a chair with his face in his hands. "Oh Marc help me to find Devon, please. I made a very bad mistake..." "Of course I will, but can you tell me how this happened?" The headmaster leaves us alone. "This morning when I woke up Devon I wanted to make him get up quickly so I lifted his bed and pushed it to make Devon fall on the floor and I discovered some gay porn magazines. So I asked him if he's gay, but he screamed like crazy saying the books are not his but perhaps his friends want to make him a joke. But I know he's gay, Marc. I would have liked this time to make him come out and for me to let him know that I still love him and I'm OK with it but I haven't the time to say it, he just screamed at me that he didn't have time for this crap and I slapped him without thinking so he ran out taking his backpack and shouted that he will go see someone who will understand him, and that's it. I took my car and tried to find him but I haven't had any luck for now. I'm scared for him and I think he misunderstands why I slapped him. I regret it..." " Ok, I will call my wife and we'll try to find him and before midday I'll have a chat with him and everything will get back to normal. I'll go to my class and take my cell phone and call my wife. I am sure the whole class will want to help us find him." "The only help they can do is to be quiet and if anyone knows where he can be he must tell us." I leave the class when Francis calls me "Yes Francis?" "Can I talk to you in private?" "Yes of course," We go out the classroom. I close the door. "So do you know where he is or any idea?" "No, but can I go with you?" "Why?" "He's my best friend and I am scared and don't understand why?" and he starts to cry. I hug him "OK, let's go!" I open the door and say "Jamie will you go to the headmaster office and tell him I'll try to find Devon with Francis, and Brandon you're responsible if there is too much noise in this classroom" I take Francis under my arm and we go to my car. As we enter before I start the engine he asks "Why did he run away?" "OK I will tell you quickly because he's your best friend and I don't want to lose any more time, "So, I am sorry to tell you straight like I'm doing. His father discovered this morning a gay porn magazine under his bed and Devon became crazy about it and shouted at his father so his father slapped his face for speaking bad and hadn't time to tell him more. He was out and had taken his bicycle and rode away." Francis cried even more and says it is his fault. "It's not your fault, but for now we haven't time for guilt and we need to find him before anything bad thing happens so clear your eyes and look everywhere and turn on your cell phone. Perhaps he will text you.." "It's already on and there is nothing from him yet." "Call him." "I tried but it's always going on his voicemail" "Do you know any place where he might go? " "No" "Do you know any people who he will go to if he is in trouble, to speak to? Except you, of course" . "The only one he would trust was his father and then you..." "So perhaps he is at my house. We'll go there" I drive as fast as I can to my house. We don't say anything more. When I drive in front of my garage we see his bike. Francis jumps "He's here." " Yes, we have found him" I stop the engine and we run out of the car and shout "Devon". We had an answer "I'm here, help me please... I'm hurt...." We run behind my house and find Devon lying on the ground. He's crying and holding his leg. "My leg hurts so bad..." I take my cell phone and call the 911 and then I call the school... I got through to the headmaster. "It's OK we have found him with a broken leg and his cell phone is broken too, that was why he can't call anyone. I'll take him to the hospital and see you there. So now Devon don't move, you're safe." I stand up and walk to the house. "Please Sir, stay here please..." "OK, Francis take the key and go to a bedroom and bring a cover so he won't catch a cold." I sit down next to Devon and I take him in my arms to make sure he won't be cold. I hold him in my arms and at that moment I look at him and notice that he is still in his PJ. I stroke his upper body, I can see how smooth he is. I had to concentrate to not have a hard-on right now. Devon feels more relaxed and tells me everything that happened. I don't ask him if it is his magazine and I don't want to push him in that way. I feel that he doesn't want to discuss this too. I just tell him perhaps his father slapped him because he spoke to him badly and that is all. Perhaps they need to talk to each other later when things will be better. For now his father cares about his broken leg and then the ambulance is there. Devon asks me to come with him there and he holds my hand during the drive to the hospital. I ask Francis to go back to school with Devon's bike. When we arrived Devon's father was there and I can see that both of us was about to cry so I take his father away and Devon squeezes hard my hand and look at me and says "Can you stay with me please?" "OK let me talk to your father first to tell him, OK." "OK" I go to his father and I explain to him what is going on and he agrees with me that for now I will help Devon during this difficult time. And he says before I leave and return to Devon. "Thank you, Marc, we both know how Devon trusts you more than me, I'm OK, tell him how much I love him and I'm sorry I slapped his face and if he's gay or whatever I don't really mind." "He will be OK, If you prefer he can stay in our house for some few days and I can drive him to school. I know how you're always busy at your work" "You'll do this for us?" "Yes, my wife will be OK about it, don't worry, and in a few days you will both laugh at it and fall in each other's arms." Then I went back to Devon to explain all about this, I saw that his smile had returned on his face even if his leg still hurt him bad. Then the doctor came and made some X-rays and some other checks and he confirmed that it is a broken leg and then put his leg in a plaster. They pushed up his PJ leg to put on the plaster. Then we waited an hour until it all is dry. Nothing is said during all this time, they gave him some medication and he fell asleep. I used this time to call my wife to explain all about it and she says "It's OK. Make him feel good and safe, she then said in whisper "So, I have to cancel with Peter.." "About what?" I ask "Don't you remember the three-way..." "Oh, did you schedule it?" "Yes, for Friday night" "Don't cancel now, we'll see and if you can have some fun with him, I'll be OK if I have some later" "You're a pervert Marc, I love it. Bye and take care of both of you." Then I drive him back to my place and I carry him to the bed in our guest bedroom . He thanked me, I leave him alone. He needs some rest after all this bad day. So I walk back to my desk and start to do some surfing on the net, nothing special but step by step I found myself searching some hot gay porn and take some release. But before I wank I'll check if Devon needs anything. But he is still asleep, I closed his door and went to my office and open the zip of my pants and then I had a quick wank because I was afraid that Devon might wake up, and because I can't stop my fantasy about Devon in his PJ asleep just in the other room. I cum a lot as I see a video on my PC with an "old man" fucking a twink. I then stand up and need to clean the mess on the desk. So I zip up my pants and go down to the kitchen. Then I heard something. Oh, my God I hope Devon doesn't walk in my office... I walk quickly. There is no noise anymore. On the screen the video still plays. I walk to the bedroom and open the door. Devon appears to be still sleeping. I calm down and get cleaned up. I shut down my PC. Then I heard something in Devon's bedroom so I open slowly his door. He's still asleep but his cover is down the bed and I can see his right leg in its plaster, the other leg of his PJ is getting up so I can see his hairless left leg. He grunts and then I see his tent in the front his PJ. He has a boner and a very good smile on his face. Oh my God. What's going on every boy around me wants to show me his boner. I have to be careful with Devon even if I know he's into gay stuff... I start to shut the door when he moves and I see his hand going on his dick and stroke it through his pants. I know I need to let him have some privacy but I can't do it so I close the door enough so he can't see me but I can see him. Then he takes his PJ pants down and takes his dick out without opening his eyes and he starts to wank himself. What a beautiful dick. I'm so shy. I want to open the door and run next to him and take his dick in my mouth and suck him until he cums in my mouth. My dick gets hard looking at a real lad wanking his dick just in front of me. He moves his left leg a little bit, so now I can see his ball sack just under his dick a little hair on it and I can see some on his crotch. Is he aware I looking at him? Why I ask such a thing because he still has his eyes closed and makes a few moves of his body so I can see all now his hairless leg and balls dancing just in front his asshole. He touches his rose open hole with a finger of his left hand then he moans loudly and wanks a bit more furiously and then I see that his body goes tight and he gasps when he cums so furiously on his PJ chest. Some cum splashes on his face and a lot of cum is on his hand. Still having his eyes shut he opens his mouth and licks the cum from his fingers. I move from his door because I see that he moves his head to my side and opens his eyes. I hope he didn't see me... I walk back to the kitchen and try to calm myself down, to not run to his room and take him like an animal. The door bell rings. It is Devon's mother who just brings some clothes for him. I am about to ask her if she wants to see him but I just then think about what I have seen and if she goes there she will find that too. So I say quickly he still asleep right now. She answers that it's OK she hasn't time right now. "Give him a kiss from me. We'll call him tonight, and thank you very much for taking care of him." Then she leaves. After I hear the car drive away, Devon asks for me. "Marc, please..." I take his clothes and run to his bedroom "Yes, Devon, what do you want?" "Who just left?" "Your mother she is in a hurry, she just left you some clothes and sends you a kiss." I put the clothes on a chair and look at Devon. He has a very great smile and I see some devil in him and a seductive smile on his face. Is he doing it to me or I just want to see it in him, because I fantasized about him in bed. Then with a big smile he asks "Can you give me it?" I take the clothes and walk near his bed. He looks straight in my eyes "Not the clothes, the kiss she sends to me." "Oh sorry, that." I put the clothes on his bed and come close to him and I bend over his head and put a kiss on his forehead. I feel some wet where I kiss him. Oh my God I smell the cum. I just kissed him where there is some cum. I can't move and sniff long his good smell and I kiss him long and somehow try to make sure I can take the most cum I can there. I then realize that my kiss is getting too long. So I pull my head up and lick quickly my lips to collect what I can. I heard him say "mmm, that's a good kiss like my mom always gives to me, long deep and wet." Then he giggles. I feel my head become red and hot as I never thought possible. He looks straight to me and asks "Can you help me to get dressed please? My leg still hurts and I need some help the first time." To be continue... to be continue... Any comments at all, please let me know.