The dark inside hides him from my vision and as I look around I see numerous doors of varying size."Hey," I hear from behind me and as I spin to face ...he voice I am pinned to the wall by the man. His grin is very flirty as he looks me over in my bikini top and shorts, "You care for a little adventure, dearie?" What do you mean?" I ask as his lips brush over my neck, "An adventure where?" Mmm you'll have to prove you're worthy for it, dearie," he muses as he kisses me. His lips are hot against. Well, I don't do that. I want you panting and moaning and groaning at the end and I want your cum to spurt up high like a geyser. And, I have always heard the same thing after every time: "That was the best handjob I ever had." Bet you wish you knew me. Well, I wish I knew you too. Especially if your cock is average-sized.Yes, average. See, I do some sucking, too, I mean a great many of the handjobs given on this earth seem to have a little oral play involved, it just all seems natural. I don't. I stopped at the courthouse anyway, though, and got directions to the Felchers' place. "H. Felcher", it turned out, was a "Harvey", and the Felchers were a rarity, a couple who had moved to that area from Chicago a few years before. This would become much more common a few years later. They weren't exactly well-integrated with the locals yet. Nice enough, but they seemed nervous all the time. It's amazing what gossip one can pick up in a county clerk's office.I telephoned the Felchers and. Joe frigged into her face, feeding her prick as her head ducked down. His cock-head pumped into her throat and she gulped, but held it. Her chin was brushing against his balls and her little up-turned nose was nestled in his wiry pubic thicket."Jeez, Sis, you're swallowing the fucker!" Joe croaked, staring down, amazed to see that all of his cock was buried in her magic mouth.She pulled up slowly, suckling with relish on every inch of his cock-shaft and then, lips collaring him just below his.