"I just don't feel right making noise without my old guitar." Brenda went. It is twenty-eight miles each way between Humper and the Buck Horn. She mad... the round trip and had the fingerstalls in almost exactly a half hour. "I hurried." was all she said.Now what none of us knew was the dude from the record company was back with his crew. When I saw all the cameras, I thought they were every one from the TV station. Hell no. TV station WHMPTV had sent one guy with a hand held. All of the big time. I said I loved wanking particularly when being watched. I asked if she enjoyed watching me? She said it had been years since she'd even seen a naked man so when she saw me wanking through the window that day she had enjoyed it immensely. I was loving the way Jean was talking to me without taking her eyes off my cock. After slowly wanking in front of her for 10 minutes I said would you like to have a go? She said you don't want an old woman like me touching you. I said I would be honoured.. He gave me his address, told me to shave my cock and balls for him, and to bring a dozen beers, and to be there by 9pm sharp. It was as though he assumed I was coming. There were no questions, or openings where I could reply and tell him no. Almost as if he was in the room, I followed the orders. I jumped in the shower, and for the first time since pre pubescence, my cock and balls were hairless! It made my cock look bigger.I rang his buzzer a few times, and on the third, he answered. He was. He could feel his heavy load of cum churning in his ball-sac and he threw his head back, trying desperately to hang onto the little self-control he had left.The young girl's dog still lay between her widely splayed legs. His tongue played over the part of her naked cunt which it could reach. The animal was letting out a series of little whimpers from deep in his throat. More and more of his mistress' cunt juice ran into his mouth and the thirsty dog drank it down gratefully, savoring the tangy.