My fondling hands squeezed and played. Her white t-shirt was emblazoned with the name of her team. Porn I hoped to hell Rachel wouldn’t protest now. Seeing my confusion, Rachel explained, “Jack, I told you yesterday that I was smarter than you. Hell, I couldn’t touch it at all! Let this be a lesson to you. Streams of slippery fluid coated my cockhead. My mouth was full of the delicious taste of young pussy flesh. “Now smart-aleck,” she said victoriously. I let the girl play while I contented myself by playing with her tits. The swollen little mound of feminine flesh puffed out prominently between slim, short legs. “I think anything is possible, don’t you agree?”
“No I don’t!” I said adamantly.















