He began to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth as I wrapped my lips around it, he was really vocal and enjoyed being dominate over me. He kept say...ng things like, “Umm yeah suck it faggot, and I bet you’ve wanted this for awhile you bitch.” I’m guessing that is because my wife had told him about our sex life, I mean he really enjoyed humiliating me, and I liked it for some fucked up reason! I started to get so turned on as I felt his cock growing in my mouth, all my worries just disappeared. Just be sure to keep one eye on the road honey.”And just like that she was bent over with her face in my lap and my hard cock in her mouth. I proceeded slowly down the street trying to concentrate on driving while getting the first blowjob in my life, from one talented hot coed I might add. I could feel her alternating between engulfing my entire cock then just licking the shaft, then the head. When she reached over with her hand to massage my balls I finally looked down and what a sight, her. " Then I want to be judged on who I am, not what I'm wearing. I want them to listen to me talk, to understand what I have to say, and to judge me based on who I am and what I do, not what I ironed. Isn't that the point?"Neither of them had an answer to that, so Shawna shrugged and resorted to her second string of attack."How about, Marcus, if you didn't do it for them, you did it for me?" You've already made your impression of me, though." Right." She admitted. "And you already know I like you,. Well, your old high school wasn't interested in you for a "Summer Principal", The UN already has a Swedish Ambassador (who is actually from Sweden) and NASA politely offered that even if the note signed by "The President" attesting to your one thousand hours of pilot-in-command time in jet aircraft was authentic, they were not currently hiring astronauts for a mission to Deep Space Nine and also Deep Space Nine doesn't exist. Which is why when you received a letter telling you you were exactly.