I closed my eyes and let my head fall back, enjoying the new sensations that my penis was experiencing.“Do you look at porn when you do this to your...elf?” Steph was still stroking me, sometimes faster, sometimes slower. “Sometimes I do. Or do you imagine some girl from school that you’d like to fuck? Is that what you’re doing right now? Pretending that I’m her?”She stopped for a moment. I was afraid that she had stopped for good; that she was going to leave me hanging like this.“Would it help. The thing weighed over 350 pounds and getting it up into the back of the truck was going to be a major problem.One of the Thai Army NCOs, that had been watching us, came over and offered to lend us some planks that they used to get drums of gas into the backs of their vehicles. It was a lot easier rolling that full barrel up the incline of the planks than it would have been lifting it up into the back of the truck. We secured it in the truck with the cargo nets, which we still had.Finally after. I told her I was fine, got out of the shower and covered my hickeys with her makeup. It was 4:30 am when I finally settled in for bed. Laura wanted details of what happened and I told her I couldn't remember everything after being hit on the head but would tell what I knew in the morning. She said she would call in sick for me than laid her petite body next to me. Her small, manicured hands rubbed my shoulders and her 5' frame pressed against me as her long brunette hair tickled my back. Quite. I reach a hand behind my back and unhook it, then let it fall to the floor. I move forward and grab hold of his belt, his 6'2" frame towering over my 5'7" frame. I look up into his eyes as I undo his belt and his pants. I let them go and they drop to the floor around his ankles. I get down on my knees in front of him; I can see the outline of his hard cock through his boxers. I run my hand from the bottom of his boxers over his hard cock and to the waistband. I pull his boxers down and take.