Her grin grew wider, knowing that she was the cause of his needful arousal.Without hesitation, her hand began moving up and down his shaft. Her soft f...ngers gripped him firmly, forming a fist and beating him off. As she pumped on his shaft, more pre- oozed from the tip. And more. Forming a puddle that eventually broke, trickling down the side of his hard cock. She moved her fist up to meet it, smearing the sticky substance all along the length of his shaft.Soon his cock was coated with its own. "A nice dick it was, too," I said. I reached over to give it a little squeeze. He tried to bat my hand away."What's a matter? Too sensitive now? Come on little dickie, come out to play. I won't hurt you." I reached for it again, and this time I got my hand on it. Mike knew if he didn't let me, I might squeeze really hard. I began fondling the nice little parcel of penis."Do you have to pee or not?" Mike saidFooling around almost took my mind off it."Cuz there's the sign," Mike said. "Rest stop. It has blue hair and its tongue has a peculiar metal growth in the shape of a playboy bunny, the uses of which seem emblazoned on my psyche. The creature is quite beautiful, of quite questionable legality and wearing my red-and-green plaid pajamas. It’s smiling and seems harmless for the moment. I find my slippers. There’s a note-pad on my desk with the following inscriptions: ‘Asperger’s Sydrome, Lie Detector Test, When is my trial?’ ‘Shit,’ I say out loud. I open the fridge, which has. I was born in the mid 50's, the typical family back then, I had a mom and with 9 sisters, with me being the baby of the family, My parents were seperated since I was 6,My Mom was 5'4" very busty she was into the beat generation and my sisters also very busty, were hippies, There was a lot of estrogen in our house and you could forget about using the bathroom,when I turned 10 my sisters began to use me as their toy, practicing hair styles and new clothes on me, Men were always coming over to.