I have to admit that I was truly proud of myself for my having managed to keep from choking or gagging throughout Chris's entire sperm-release--which, by the way, was no less massive than any of his other ejaculations that I had already witnessed in my bedroom throughout the previous week. At any rate, after we finally managed to put our pants back on, Chris and I left the playhouse, jumped back over the rock wall, and headed for the bowling alley. Just as soon as we were on the other side of the rock wall, and walking down the sidewalk, Chris pulled a small bottle out of his pants pocket and handed it to me, saying, "Here. I thought you might need this." It turned out to be a small, travel-size bottle of mouthwash, which I was all too happy to use right away. And I couldn't believe how thoughtful Chris had been to bring that little bottle of mouthwash along with him, knowing how negatively I felt about Hardcore pov having the taste of sperm in my mouth. When we finally got to the bowling alley, Chris and I took turns playing the same football-themed pinball machine that we always played. In fact, we were so damn good at that particular pinball game, that we could play for 30 minutes or more on one dime, because we could almost always win new games on a consistent basis. While we were at the pinball machine, I thought about how I had left telltale signs of our just-completed sexual encounter on the playhouse floor. And I knew that I would have to get a wet rag and sneak back out into the playhouse early the next morning, while my mother was in the shower, in order to wipe up Chris's leftover sperm. Even though my mother rarely went out into the playhouse nowadays, I definitely did not want to take the chance that she could walk in there, busty and discover all the mostly-dried-up sperm stains on blowjob the wooden playhouse floor. That would have been very hard for me to explain away, to say the least. After this evening's Round 7 sexual encounter in the back yard playhouse, I now knew what Chris had in mind, when he had told me at the end of our Round 2 encounter that we would eventually be "trying other things" together. After tonight, I also knew that Chris owed me one (sexually-speaking). And what I was really wanting, was for Chris to let me rub my dick-head against his, since that was something that I automatically kept fantasizing about, ever since our Round 2 sexual encounter. But now, I had finally gotten up enough courage--in other words, I was finally comfortable enough with the whole homosexual-style sex situation between Chris and me--to ask him about the outdoor possibility of us doing some bare dick-to-dick rubbing. MMMMmmm!!! She couldn't hold back any longer. "What is it uncle?" he asked grabbing his clothes off the stone floor. She let out a low, humming, “mhhmm,” as he handled her for long seconds. Split two sandwiches?” she asks. But I couldn’t risk her breaking her promise, so I wouldn’t outdoor break mine. Maybe I have hit the motherlode tonight.” Her 14-year-old pov flower was opening, the labia menorah swollen and wet, blowjob converging to her half-hooded clitoris that sat atop her pussy as an overripe, erect, girl-prick. He pinches my nipples between his fingers every Hardcore so often and busty my head eventually leans backwards and gives him access to my neck. A tentacle reached out and caressed his cheek.