Charlie slid onto his hands and knees and crawled up between Christy's legs until they were spread open. His swollen cock hung down between his legs, ...imed like a missle at its target. He started to lower his hips."Jo's rules," Christy said.Fuck. She was right. For an instant he thought of trying to say he'd just slide in for a second, that he would make sure to pull out before things got out of hand, but who was he kidding; things were already out of hand.He looked over at the nightstand and. She pulled back, letting her lips drag along the shaft of his softening penis until they slipped off. A string of white connected her lips to the tip of his cock until she licked her lips and swallowed again."I liked that, Brad," she sighed. "I liked that a lot." We have to get out of here!" he rasped.She had been kneeling long enough that, even as young as she was, she labored to get her knees to work right as she stood up."I'm naked!" she said, looking around. "People are fucking, Brad!". "Oh my!" Rodney look at him."I looked in. The clerk had pulled the leg of his shorts back and his thick black cock was exposed. Actually about half of it, we could see the outline of the remainder of the shaft covered by the white shorts. Claire didn't take her eyes off it; it was obvious to the clerk that she was interested. He pulled the foreskin back exposing the head of his cock. "Go ahead missy, touch it, see if it's real."Claire pulled back. "No. No. We better go." Come again. 'I'm here. “Is he convinced?”“Yes.”Flippantly, Gary said, “Mission accomplished.”Betsy glared at him. “I lost him in the process.”“No, you didn’t.”Betsy sighed. “When we walked back to the recycling plant, he didn’t put his arm around me. He didn’t hold my hand.”“Um,” Gary said sounding a lot like a doctor who has discovered something interesting about a patient.“Um, what?” Betsy asked.“Why do you think he went there with you?”“To protect me, I guess.”“So you proceeded to show him that you didn’t need his.