Completely without hyperbole, there was singing… and dancing. The chick had everything but a light show, and if I had thought to bring a few more fl...shlights she would have had that too. Needless to say, I slunk away in defeat from a competition I didn’t know I was in, the recently graduated high school student being the clear winner. I suppose I should just stick to what I’m good at, fixing inner tubes, drinking beer and killing people. I had to hand it to her though, the girl could turn a. I bet he wanks his dick looking at you.” “Have you had a wank looking at me walking down your path?” Oh fuck. Yeah, I had. But I couldn’t tell him that. He’d think I was a pervert. “No.” “Why not? You just said I was dead sexy.” “Yeah, you are.” “I know you’ve had a wank looking at me walking down your path.” “Why do you say that?” “I just know. Coz you fancy me like fuck.” Why the fuck was I blushing? The paperboy started stroking his stiff cock. I started stroking mine. We just sat there. "Before Pat could react, she implanted a large tube on his penis. It was attached to wires and a rubber hose, and as she switched it on, he realized that it was some kind of milking device. It was the same nightmare scenario that he had masturbated to in his hotel room the night before. The horror story that had titillated him was coming true, only now there would be no escape.Just like the hapless character in the Internet story, Pat began to harden as the machine sucked on him. Over and over,. Du öffnest, siehst mein verdutztes Gesicht, drehst dich um die eigene Achse und verharrst nach einem lang gezogenen „Tataaaaaaaaa“.Ich staune noch immer. Du schaust mich an, greifst in deine Handtasche entnimmst Zigaretten. „Puh, jetzt brauche ich eine“. Ich staune noch immer. „Du bist doch nicht etwa so von zu Hause weg? Frage ich entrüstet. „Wenn dich dein Mann so gesehen hätte? Bist du des Wahnsinns fette Beute?“Du lächelst nur vulgär, kniest dich vor mich hin und öffnest den Schritt meiner.