This guy was pissing on my dick! Somehow I managed to stand still after he surprised me with this act, and just let my cock get pissed on by this stra...ger. I still had my one hand holding it, and as the moments passed and I felt this guy’s hot piss on me, I started to become erect and pulling a little on my own cock. As I did, I felt his piss hitting my hand. It was strangely exciting to me. I looked this guy in the face as he continued to piss on my now hard cock, and he met my eyes with a. I will have more fun if I make you happy, you will feel good about yourself if you make me happy, because you’ll go away full of confidence and feeling like a super stud.”“You’ve done a lot of this.”“Mmmm, and I’ve thought about it a lot. Now feel for my clit with your tongue and gently play with it, caress it, tease it, what you mustn’t do is go like a jack-hammer. The clit is a sensitive organ, it needs coaxing into arousal. Okay?”“Can I make you come?”“That’s the idea.”Fred, or whatever his. I wiped my eyes dry, replaced and aligned my specs, and hid the letter inside my coat. Standing, I slung the heavy bag over my shoulder and started on my way.I had written her several times. I had not told her much about myself, except for the jobs. I hadn't told her that the reason I was working so hard was because I wanted to come to New York and see her, and I wanted to do so more than once. I didn't tell her about my dream, my parents, my loneliness, or anything else about my inner life. I. She left herself exposed till he returned and handed her a drink, then she covered herself.We had been friends for several years when Richard unexpectedly received an important promotion with a large increase in salary. The bad news was he had to relocate for four weeks at a remote location, then travel nearly every week to meet his job requirements. He and Patricia both were chagrined that they would be apart so much. I could tell it was working on them.A few weeks later they asked me over for.