“Well ... sort of. Didn’t end well. You remember the story you told me about that one guy who got dressed and walked out when you came out of the ...hower and dropped your towel?”She paused. “Yeah...” she answered slowly. “What about him?”“Well ... for what it’s worth, surprise fake leg beats surprise stretch marks.”This time the pause lasted so long that I checked to make sure the call hadn’t dropped, until I heard, “I ... think you better explain.”There was an undercurrent of anger and. His cock was sticking straight up out of his lap, so hard it was almost purple. Those gorgeous balls of his rested on the blanket, rolling as he moved within their loose skin. I sat up, put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him slowly to the blanket. I backed up slightly, lifted his hips and slipped one of the pillows under his butt. His balls now dangled off the floor, hanging heavily in the sack. I lay down on my side, positioning myself so my face was close to his crotch. His balls and. At the rear, the thong was pure butt floss. Eric followed suit, and I couldn’t stifle a yelp of alarm as they lifted my in their strong arms and threw me over the waiting bench.The bench was padded and very comfortable, though right now it smelt strongly of urine (probably why it was free). The bench always looked broken to me, but I knew that was how they all looked. The first half started close to the ground and rose sharply, maybe 70 degrees. The remaining part of the bench was mostly. I was glad to see it. I didn't care who got the credit, I just wanted to find out why he ran. I had a feeling it had something to do with what was in the back of that explorer. Why else would you run in a pick up. There were other reasons, like you stole it but I just had a feeling about it.In the end he ran into the spike strips of a Highway Patrol road block. I pulled over in a hurry to avoid them. My bronco almost went into a ditch, but that was preferable to telling Chief Deputy Webster I.