I tossed my purchases in the trunk and closed it, walking around to the driver's side.I started to open the door when someone pushed me from behind, p...shing me up against the door. Before I could scream a hand covered my mouth.Hot breath tickled my ear, "Hello again slut. You left something at the store. I thought I'd bring it out to you." He pressed against me from behind and I felt his cock against my ass. I realized it was the man from the shoe department.His other hand slipped under my. Finally, Kirk could feel the buildup; and ejaculated into his dad's waiting mouth.His dad said, “See? Your mom is not the only person who sucks cock in our family. I've had some practice, too. You will become a pro soon, yourself.”“What made you want to try it with a guy?”“When I was maybe sixteen or seventeen, I had this fantasy about sucking my brother's cock and having gay sex with him. I found out he wanted to try it, too. So when our parents were on vacation, we did it for the first time.. It took some creative thinking and planning but the end result was an overlapping pile of rubber strips piled almost like disproportionate bricks and screwed to the layer below.He had designed a series of boxes to accommodate the piles of sidewalls which went along with the deconstruction of the tires and add their mass to the wall. Filled with sand and stone, the wall that resulted took literally hundreds of tires per lineal yard to construct. It was twelve feet tall and nearly five feet wide. I push my middle finger slowly between my lips, my palm pressing against my clit, and tilt my hips against my hand as I gently ease one finger, then two into my opening; enjoying the feel of my pussy stretching around them. I curl my fingers inside me, pressing against the upper wall of my vagina, leaning my head back as my hips and fingers pick up a rhythm. Sliding in and out, curling, uncurling, pressing, teasing. My palm rubbing against my clit, up and down, around, in circles. My other.