I was checking out a new pair of jeans. Andy was going through the mail by the cash register. He told me to try on a few pair if I wanted to, so I did... I went to the dressing room and slipped a pair on. I was checking myself in the mirror when Andy asked me to model them for him. I didn't think anything about it and stepped out. He asked me to turn around and told me to try on another pair. I heard him walk away as I changed into another pair of jeans. As I came out, Andy approached me with a. I offered her my hand kerchiefand asked her to wipe it. She wiped and also my cock and kissed it deeply. Inoticed a night guard coming in distance in bicycle and we decided to startmoving. The moment we passed the guard she again kept her hand on my pants, butin the hurry I missed to zip my pant and she inserted her hand inside this timeand started taking it out of my underwear and started holding it. She pressed it and said that herbreasts are paining and itching so much. Then I told her I. I whipped them off and handed them over to him. He brought the balled-up material to his face and took in a deep breath, before stuffing them in his pocket. I was ready and waiting on all fours with my hands gripping the back of the armchair. I looked back over my shoulder to see him undo his belt and free his rock hard cock from the confines of his skinny jeans. It’s moments like that in which I wish I had control over time. If I did, I would replay that moment over and over again. I would. ." I've been using you for the last four years to get that sheepskin and later that MBA. But now, I no longer have any need of you anymore. Yes, that whole four years I was pretended to be enjoying you, but deep inside my heart, I hated everything I was doing with you in bed, in public, and all those kissing sessions that I had to wash my mouth soon after them, every time. You may wonder then why I stayed so long in the bathroom then. Yes, I was cleaning myself of everything you left on me. I.