He tickled me for a full thirty seconds until I was gasping for air.“Ok, ok! I surrender!” I said, still struggling to breathe.“That’s what I ...hought!” Andy said. He dropped down to the ground in front of me in a kneeling position of his own. And then things got uncomfortable.“You make a cute Indian, Emma,” he said, much more quietly. He smiled at me and moved my hair out of my face. I was caught off guard by his comment. No one had called me cute before; besides my mom, of course.Andy put his. "I have a street dealer who cut a deal with our DA to give up a Meth distribution point. Now what else is there he doesn't know, but they were active last week and didn't look like they planned to move it. He was personally there and picked up his supplies there. He would ordinarily not be that far up the loop but there was a glitch in the cutout he normally used.It a free standing building that was a restaurant before the economic downturn." Then I gave her the address and hung up. Just two. She put her hand to her mouth, "Oh my god," she said loudly as she pulled the chocolate cock easily out the box, the wrapper was broken, then in a low sexy whisper "Hello big boy," before she burst out laughing, then holding it up she bent forward and licked the head, it burnt her tongue a little.As she cooled her tongue her eyes fell on the other box; curiosity was too much she put the chocolate down and opened that box. As she pulled at the red knob on the end it clicked, she almost dropped. He was much more attractive than the first guy I had been approached by. Mystery man number two was older, probably 50 or so but in fantastic shape. I instantly judged that he was probably a swimmer. Again I tried hard not to look away from his eyes but my gaze couldn’t help but wander down to his groin. Holy shit, I thought. Hanging between this man’s legs was the largest cock I’d ever seen. It was soft but hung down about six inches and looked like it had some girth to it. I looked back up.