I needed both hands to hold him between my titties and couldn't finger myself. What a fucking rotten situation! Okay, maybe not so rotten, but still..... But my black hero came to the rescue, sort of... evidently he'd done this before -- I hadn't. He flexed his knees so his cock pointed up slightly and it wasn't bending around the hole in the wall.I rocked forward and discovered it came within inches of my face, retracting to the tops of my tits when I leaned back. I was mesmerized by the wet tip. We quickly walked to the main attraction of the post, where there were about 10 people. She slipped over the fence to go around the back of the bunker where she pulled her pants back down and dropped to her knees, and pulled out my 7 in cock and shoved it down her throat giving me an amazing blow job while playing with her dripping wet cunt. While on her knees I noticed that the road going to the nearby parking lot was angled so for a brief moment in between the trees people could see us as. M: Julie, stop…please stop….it should not be me…it should not be me. I am not your lover, I am your… F: But I want you to be my lover! You ARE to be my lover! M: No, I am NOT your lover, I am your… F: But you are Karen’s lover!....and no, it is not different. She is 20, I am 18. M: Julie, don’t cry…please don’t cry. F: Then…let me continue…let me make you happy. M: But I am happy with you! F: But you tell her how happy she makes you…I want to make you happy, too! M: Ohhh Julie, your. He had been given his strange name by his dad, who as a teenager had loved a television show that had a main character with the same name.I was totally enchanted with him from the moment we met. Doogie was tall, gangly and goofy, and seemed to saunter about as if a puppeteer was controlling his movements with invisible strings. His gait was so laidback that it almost appeared that he was floating as he walked about. Having said all that, there was something enormously sexy about him and he was.