His appearance reminded her of Vernon Dursley from Harry Potter so much.“Yes mister, I prefer to go to Sheffield if you please" replied Nun.“Dinna...worry mi dear” said a Scottish accented voice in the rear compartment. The rear window rolled down and the third occupant was revealed, another fat older man who was dressed in plain white shirt and dark green tie. He had short brown hair and hairless puffy face which make him look like 90's version of John Goodman so much.“We’re goin ti Nottingham. It's a nice, big cock!" Hardly true, but a nice thing to say anyway, and his words made me more confident and comfortable. I started to masturbate my already glistening 6 inch cock with an easy, relaxed stroke. He told me how hot it was to watch me jack off, and how exciting it was going to be to watch me cum. His free hand slipped between my thighs, and after a moment or two of caressing slowly upward, I felt his hand gently cup my balls. Michael milked and massaged my scrotum, which was. “Yeah,” I replied, matter of factly, “I am married.” I didn’t need to say anything else. A few days later, Carol’s teenage daughter caught my attention as I was backing out of the garage. Betty was the spitting image of her mother, only about seventeen younger. “What’s up?” I asked at Betty approached my car? “I hear you’re going to Oklahoma,” Betty remarked. I nodded my head in agreement. “Fixing to head out right now,” I replied. “it’s just a quick day trip.” Betty leaned in my driver’s. She then asked me to prove it and I was like –Me: Are you fucking crazy?! How am I gonna do that? Just wait till we get to college and I will prove it in the washroom.Then she told me: No, a lot can happen. You might sneak your panty off and bla-bla. Prove it right now. Lift your skirt a little and I will make sure no one is looking.And I was out of options. I made it so far. I was brave and doing so something extreme for the first time in my life. I kind of lifted it. Then she got a glimpse of.