Stupidly & thinking with hindsight, if I had used my brain, I would've wandered over to ask if she needed any help. Trouble being I was in a little bi... of a rush & still had to do a few things otherwise I'd have happily offered,cos some fuel pumps can be a nuisance, being automated. Anyway, to the fictional bit of this which I will begin by describing this girl, which is still factual, but the only part that was........The girl in this scenario is actually about 25-30YO approximately, a "bob". While wanking sparky i pulled his cock right back and i thought his balls had been detatched as i saw a huge pink lump, which i then realised was his knot, something i hadnt seen on shane. My own cock was throbbing by now and really oozing precum, i offered it to sparky and he lapped it up as if he was drinking from a bowl. i got up and knelt on the bed, sparky sprinted behind me and mounted my back prodding and jabbing at my arse, but he was too frantic and never hit the target, i got up and. No cars. His mom was out. He closed the door and looked around the kitchen. Not even a note.This morning, they’d left the rock on the kitchen floor. It wasn’t there. Panic struck. Sam raced upstairs into his room and lifted the mattress. He let out a deep breath. The rock was there. Joyce had put it back.The mattress fell back with a thump. Sam sat down on the bed. He was already completely hard. A warmth spread through him. Lately, it seemed like having the rock under the mattress was just as. “What do you think you’re doing stealing my wallet? Who the hell are you?” Charles stood there waiting for an answer, then held out his hand for the stolen wallet. “Please don’t tell Mrs D****r I took it, she’ll punish me terribly! Please?” The girl was clearly frightened, and handed back the wallet. “So what’s your story?” asked Charles taking the wallet. “Don’t tell her and I’ll let you do what you want.” The girl looked at him coldly, waiting for a reply. “That’s not for me to.