To be beckoned over with those fingers, still curled and wrinkled from your drenched pussy, and instructed to kneel between your legs, to worship at y...ur altar and be offered a taste from your extended hand, taking both digits between my lips and savouring every inch of the sweet and savoury nectar they bring as I draw them to the back of my throat, to be handed a preview of just how good you taste, would cloud my senses, stoke the fire and make me impossibly hard. To inhale you deep, to run my. I may enjoy the sight, butI’m immune to the affect. You’d have to show a lot more than tits to getmy attention,” I said, jokingly. “Now, please, sign the tickets.”Cindy continued to cry. “I can’t get any tickets” she said, softlysobbing. “My parents don’t know I’m down here. They think I took earlyadmission to college and that I’m at school taking summer classes.They’d kill me.” Then, with a little more composure, she said “What elsewould I need to show to get out of these tickets?”At that, I. The message was much longer and smaller, taking me a bit longer to read in its entirety."Please? I want to watch you come when I do! Unless you want to come here and fuck me!"She was expecting this to be a two-way event. I knew there was no way I'd go there and have sex. I'd never cheated on my wife of forty years and I wasn't going to start now. I was still pretty damn turned on though. What could it hurt to jack off for her, especially if she was playing with herself at the same time?I stood. However, just when I thought I was getting some well deserved rest from tit torture, the rear window rolled down. I saw a guy of around my age, look furtively at the front seat. Assured, he grabbed the chain and tugged it hard, making me cry out. “ Disgusting, what girls do these days” I heard a female voice from inside. The guy looked scared, but continued tugging, eventually squeezing my breasts as marko saw what was happening and pulled the vehicles closer. The boy now took out a black.