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I spent that weekend feeling increasingly more guilty. What had I done? Pussy was one thing, but sticking my dick in her ass? Sticking my tongue in her ass? Gross and probably illegal. No cell phones or email, so I couldn’t get in touch with Carol and find out she was okay or have her talk me off the ledge. I was afraid she would realize the next day what I had done and call the police. I went to school on Monday thinking they were going to haul me into the principal’s office or just take me away.

Without thinking her mouth opened and her tongue flicked out over her knuckles, lapping at her daddy’s precum. Again, without thinking she pushed her knuckles into her mouth and sucked it all off. Her brain was once again running on pure instinct and only felt a pang of disappointment when there was nothing left. Turning her attention down again she spied another drop of precum leaking from his tip. With nothing holding her back now, Sarah leant down gracefully until her nose was right above his cock head, breathed deeply, and licked.

“Let me give you a ride, Jim. You don’t even need to change.” I said thanks and grabbed my stuff. I climbed into the passenger side. Mrs. B. was driving one of the massive cars of the day, a Delta 88 or something. She turned out of the school parking lot, turning away from the the way to my house. “I want to pick up something at my house first. Give you a chance to see where I live.”