But not for long. He wants to see my dick, so he pulls down my short. My hard cock is now fully exposed. Ron starts stroking it. He then goes with his...mouth to my cock. He first licks of my precum, then slowly takes my cock in his mouth. His hands massage my balls. I feel a finger going over my ass, on search for my asshole. Slowly the finger goes into my asshole. It feels great being sucked and having a finger moving up and down in my ass at the same time.After a while Ron orders me to kneel. She came around the corner of the aisle marked SZ 532-581 and stopped. Most of the way at the end of the aisle was a middle-aged man in a blue polo shirt and grey slacks. What caused her to stop in her tracks was what the man was doing. He had his penis out through the fly in his pants and was stroking it enthusiastically with his right hand over an open book that he held in his left. Before he caught sight of Anne, she quickly slipped around the corner. Her nerves had gone into overdrive, and. He seemed to sense the chill in her and he pulled her into the circle of his arms. ‘Don’t think about that now,’ he told her, his chin resting on the top of her head. That was easier said than done however. She tried to dispel the memory of the Police Officers standing on the porch, their faces grave and sad. They tried to be gentle but there was never an easy way to tell somebody that their loved one had been killed by a drunk driver. It was a senseless death, Aaron had been in the wrong. Now, I would know. "Don't get your hopes up," I told myself.A minute or so later, Astrid rolled onto her side and saw me staring at her. Her eyes flickered again and then ... and then ... she smiled."Morning, lover," she croaked.I thought I was going to explode. My breath escaped in a rush and I reached for her. She wiggled her way toward me, pulling me tightly to her. Her eyes closed again, but her hand was pushing its way down between us. In a moment, I felt it softly close around my usual.