But perhaps rather more copiously than was usually the case.At least, Dick thought with some relief, he hadn't peed all over those hands. Now, that wo...ld be embarrassing. Not that his premature ejaculation wasn't in itself a cause for concern.He'd have to do better next time.There was a next time fortunately but it wasn't for several weeks. And this time the hands were different. Darker skin. Round dimpled knuckles. Shorter nails. But no more expert. This time, however, Dick kept his cool. It. Taking my other hand and wrapping it back around my shaft as she stroked me with her mouth. Mmmm…. One hand on her head, and the other on my cock. I held her head still with just the tip in her mouth, and stroked on myself for a few minutes. She took over reaching for the oil, as I layed back while her hand pounded me. I felt as if I was on the edge, but couldn’t cum. She kissed on me again, and asked if I wanted her to finish me by hand, or in her mouth. I was speechless. I told her she. Every guy had a big smile and a bulging erection and I still wanted cock down my throat. So I went to John while he was standing up dropped to my hands and knees and looked up to him and begged "Please fuck my mouth." More cheers, "fuck her mouth, she wants it." John went to his knees and whipped out his cock and took no time carefully jamming it all the way down my throat. He set the pace with his hands grabbing my hair to balance himself. More tears rolled down my cheeks as his large. Buthow did it happen, and how did it work. he was sitting in his chair,relaxing, and thinking of Beth....That was it, he was thinking of Beth's clothes on his body. Quickly hethought of his own clothes on his body....Nothing happened. He was panicking, "how could this happen." He said ashe sank back into his chair. He tried to take off the pants as they werethe most uncomfortable, but it seemed like they were stuck. He loosenedthe belt fully, and then tugged on the pants again, but they didn't.