His hand was wrapped around his boner and he knew a few days ago he would have handle it right. “Yeah, there ya go,” Deana repeated, and looked out the window. Darlene used Becky’s pigtails to hold her mouth where she wanted it, and filled it with her squirting honey. Probably a good thing, considering he was already out of his mind imagining things about his mother. Which one of them are you gonna do first?”
“Jeez…Jason, this is real life, my life, not some porno. “Pow!” Rebecca said, pushing back. “Pretty soon we’ll go see Miss Style.”
“I can’t wait,” Becky said, wondering why Darlene was always so secretive about Miss Style. “Ooh,” Becky said, and touched the front of her thigh. The sound of Rebecca’s voice made them stop kissing, and he diverted his eyes away from Deana, embarrassed. “Evan?” She batted her eyes. Becky interrupted the assault on the phallic ice cream and planted her frozen lips on his cheek.
