He told her he was going to tell her parents. Casey began to cry and begged him not to. Andrew sat there for a minute then said maybe we can work this...out. It was if a light went off in Caseys head. She said I know what I can do. She immediately got to her knees, unzipped Andrews pants and pulled out his eight inch cock. She started licking his shaft like a trooper. She grasped it with both hands and jerked away. She had done this many times before. The other guys sitting around got excited.. He was waiting sitting in his truck as I flashed my lights and pulled next to him turned on the interior lights and smiled at him. He raised his phone and I called him. He said he was sick with the flu for a week or so and was so full of cum from being home with his prude wife. I assured him I would take care of that for him. He also said he had a gift for me.He told e how pretty I looked and instructed me to lift my skirt which i did. "pull down your panties and rub your clitlet" Yes sir doing. He looked out the window awkwardly, as if searching the streetlit parking lot for words, maybe a way to apologize for not getting into the dance. I lowered my gaze to the floor in disappointment, but on their way, my eyes froze on his crotch. The streetlights were highlighting a bulging shape that made my heart stop, my spine tingle, and my jaw slack. It strained against the fabric of his pants so tightly that little was left to my imagination. This boys body was almost as feminine as mine, but. I fell, sprawled on top of him, landing on him in a confused tangle. Again we were hidden by foam, the bursting bubbles in our ears took us further from reality and completely into the primeval, where all that mattered was instinct, sensation and lust. Within milliseconds he had ripped my panties to the side, lifted me and brought me down on his cock, as hard as he possibly could. I was drippingly wet, so primed that he slid in to the hilt with ease. I screamed in my crackling foam cocoon,.