Whenever I am doing anything he wants to be right there helping or watching, and I know that he means well, but this drives me crazy, it also drives m... to the mall. Now I know that you are probably thinking “Oh another fashionista!” But when I go to the mall to go shopping, it isn’t for clothes, make-up, or shoes, it’s for cock. This came about quite by accident, but a fabulous accident it was. Let me tell you about the first time.I had been having a bad day even before my boyfriend had. She had changed the last name on her's.My pay check went to mine hers to her account.Sunday morning we went shopping for a used car. We found a two door Pontiac at Wood Chevrolet that would do fine. It was a 53 model with eleven thousand miles on it. That made it only three years old.I bought the car my self, paid the down payment and financed it in my name. I said that we needed a better car for her to drive than the one she had. I told her to sell her car and put what she got for it in her. "Easy. Let'sa try something else," the Italian smiled. "Gedda up here, mypriddy one. Turn around an'a giff me your ass."Hot with desire himself Candy rose up and straggled the man's lap and wassoon embraced by two loving arms, while Marmeluke Dobbs was moving hishand up and down the Italian's shaft and pointing the unseeing eye on itsbulbous tip directly at the puckered whorl of Candy's anus. The professorhad conceded to second place but was pacified and assured to think thatwhen his own turn. Then, show me your pussy. I won’t touch it but just show it. Because I have never seen a pussy in my life and I am really curious.This again chilled my bones as no guy had seen me naked till date. And my junior guy was telling me to do it.Me: I am not doing that (with a tear down my cheek).Then he told me: It’s okay, then just kiss me on the cheek and I will kiss you on your cheek and we both will forget about this. We’ll move on with our life.Then I thought to myself that this was the second.