And here comes that smile again.. he is soaping up his body and stroking his dick and balls with the stare of a hungry man looking at a meal.. and of ...ourse I smile back and start to get wet and soap my body up and down and work on my dick and balls.. then down my legs and instead of bending my knees to reach my lower legs I bend at the waist and turn slightly..Giving my friend a good view of my ass.. by now his dick is getting harder and harder and by the time I turn back to face him I am. There was enough arms and ammunition to keep the girls safely holed up for years. Sabine watched the dot. It was getting bigger...closer...bigger dots passed it by. Moments later the bigger dot in car form would pass by on the interstate at a fuel conserving pace. The small dot was either bad at hitching or not even trying. Soon the dot took the form of a man. Sabine looked at the figure through one half of a broken pair of binoculars. She could see his wide brimmed hat, dust kicked up by. He didn't grab hold of the back of her head the way she had done to him, but stood there, almost cocky, his hands on his hips and his penis buried a good six or so inches between her tightly clinging lips.She couldn't take in the entire length; having never learned how to avoid gagging when her mouth was so completely filled. But he didn't thrust or jerk forward. Rather, he slid his pecker halfway out, savoring the friction and tactile stimulation produced as he grazed his shaft along the edges. “Did you really mean what you said in the letter?”“Yes. Every word.”“You know no one ever said anything that nice about me before.”“That’s hard to believe. You were quite charming and handsome back then.”“Oh wow,” chuckled Mark. “Were.”“Well, you still are incredibly handsome, but we know how me saying that ended last time.”“Maybe it’s different now,” the grandfather posited.“Is it though? I’d rather you not toy with me.”“Lynn. You were a good, loyal friend. I hate it ended how it did. But.