"Take a good look. Then when you're ready, whip yours out."I stared at his 8-inch cock for about 10 seconds before summoning the nerve to unzip and ex...ose mine, which looked miniscule in comparison. Then I started looking at his cock again. We drove in silence for half-a-mile while he darted glances at my cock. The driving rain didn't allow him to take his eyes off the road for too long."Would you mind moving over towards me some more?" he asked. "I'd really like to have a good look at that. Further, I have a request especially to the boys that, read this kind of story it’s perfectly all right for me but don’t judge my character with my writing, because I guess, you guys also have your own mother or sister, so you would understand their privacy better. Also, I am not that kind of girl who wants to sleep or do sleep with anybody. So please show some respect and don’t bother me by doing email or phone.Coming back to the story, a couple of months ago, dad had to go Mumbai for some. My hand moves like a blur getting faster and faster, my spit working like lube. I lean forward, as If I’m about to suck his head again before making a short detour down. My lips find his ball sac and I deliver a kiss to them before extending my short pink tongue and lapping over them. He had always loved this, and I hear the desired moan escape his lips. I keep going hand beating his cock and tongue lapping at his balls. It feels like I could do this forever, each new moan that escapes his lips. None of these expressions were familiar to her. ‘We gotta move, and if you think some ditzy blonde is going to slow us down, you got another thing coming.’ She stood there, staring, mouth open. Michael suddenly hunched back against the wall, looking forlorn and miserable, the outburst over almost as soon as it had started. ‘No…no, no,no….don’t be angry. Don’t hurt Angie…don’t hurt me…don’t….don’t…’ he muttered as if to himself. ‘I’ll get dressed Michael, I’ll keep moving…it’s okay. It will all.