A rattling noise from the cupholder made him jump. He picked up the vibrating cell phone and opened it, checking the caller ID. “Yeah,” he grunted... He rocked back and forth in the driver’s seat, occasionally responding in short, clipped tones. “Uh-huh ... Already done ... No problem.” He clicked the phone shut and set it back in its place.Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back for a minute, two minutes, three. Then his eyelids snapped open and he leaned forward to turn the key in the. " And again, of course the reverse will be so. I promise that I will never become emotionally involved with Pollard or any other man ever. You, for your part, will not question me, do the jealousy thing, make demands..." What the fuck are you talking about. I don't want to fuck anybody else. I only want you! Are you getting this? Now, do you have anything else to say," I said.She deflated. "No," she said."Are you going to honor your promise?" I said."Can't I even hope to get you to think about. It was all private but I still felt exposed. Teressa had me remove herboots, unzip her jumpsuit, and peel it off her. Once she was naked andI'd had an exciting look at her well-upholstered figure, she sat in alarge basket-chair and let me replace her boots on her feet. My smalldick tried to get erect but was tucked back into the compressing girdle.I moaned as contact with her footwear got me more and more excited. Thenshe made me caress and kiss and finally lick her boots. I was in. He rubbed his cum-wet hand over his balls, and down over his asshole, and moved back to his cock again.I started to stroke too. I asked John if he liked how my cum felt on his cock. He nodded and said, “mmmhmm, cum makes good lube boy!”. Suddenly it was obvious where he was heading, but there was no way I was going to go that far. I had already gone way too far... letting this dirty old homeless man inside me was out of the question.And yet, I kept stroking my cock, which got rock hard from.