He was pretty sure that she hadn't changed her mind about wanting him to stay away from her.For her part, Jennie wondered whether Mike was ever going ...o take the hint that she was giving to him? She didn't know why he wasn't walking faster, even if he only wanted to pass her. She had never walked so slowly in her life.She had concluded, more than a week ago, that knowing that she was actually being watched was infinitely more exciting, than just pretending that she was being watched. She was. One night, after a few beers, Ken produced a joint and asked me if I wanted to go outside and toke up. He decided we should go to his car to smoke so I climbed into the front seat and he lit up the joint. It was great shit and we both got really high. While we sat there talking I looked down and noticed that Kent was rubbing a long bulge running along the inside of his thigh. I looked into his face and he was watching me with a strange look. I looked back and, yes, that was his hard cock he was. Claire managed to smile, she said, "Oh, yes... I'll suck you off, Mike. I'll milk your prick and drink your cream." Yeah!" he grunted, aroused, perfectly happy to settle for a blowjob instead of a fuck... but thinking, too, that maybe he would make her fuck him afterward, as well. His blackmail had worked the first time and he figured it would be good again, that he would come over for a blowjob or a fuck whenever he felt like it.Why, he might even fuck the cock-teasing bitch's asshole, he. A week without an orgasm is amazing, your dick so hard it’s close to bursting even from the friction of walking, then I might be able to jerk off to go for another week without a real woman but if I don’t get sex by the second week my mind takes seriously dark turns. I get cranky, suspects look dangerously similar to punching bags and the shit I have to put up with all day everyday is close to driving me insane. A good woman can solve all that, and tonight Ellie was a particularly good woman.I.