First time ever. Just the circumstances, you know. Away from home. A one off. Feeling lonely. Yadda-yadda-yadda.She'd heard it all before, and too man... times. Here I am in New York, never been to New York, had to get a girl. Well, any guy would understand that. Any guy would do the same thing. Same sad, pathetic, lying toerag yadda-yadda-yadda. The only difference between this guy and a hundred others was that he was her first Brit, but that was a big "so what?" He, though, seemed to be pretty. The blood engorging me and bringing me to full a erection. I reached out to touch her breasts and she pushed my hands away.This caught me off guard a look of surprise on my face."Not yet" she said, "I want to watch you stroke that cock of yours first"This was a first, but what the heck. I reached down and took my throbbing cock in my hand and began to slowly stroke from the base to the tip of the head. My other hand went down and cupped my balls as I continued my slow steady stroking.Karen. He had a huge nut sack to go along with it. The woman gasp and said she had never ever seen one that big before. She pulled down her pants to reveal a very wet golden brown snatch. She pulled of her top and bra showing a nice set of tits. She leaned back on the table and spread her legs an stuck her finger into her pussy. My cock was throbbing. Uncle mike moved over to her and she started to fondle his cock. Uncle Mike is about six foot seven inches tall and about three hundred pounds, this. I'm grinning too because it's very funny. She gives them nothing at all and we get to savour the disappointment on their old grizzled and deprived faces. Then we drive off, giggling.Or she just tosses a few coins out, or maybe only a couple of fifties, or she throws out something which isn't money at all – a pair of her scented silk panties, perhaps, or half a luxury chocolate bar, or something equally useless to the poor guys. Whatever. The tramps never know what's coming, is the point –.