His fucking penis! His manhood! He could fucking ripher head off! "Stop!" he wailed, appalled and delighted by his voice."Stop!" But she only brought ...is shriveling cock into her mouth andmuttered around the edges, "Sister. Sister."He thrashed futily on the ground, feeling the warmth pooling in his body,settling lusciously along his thighs, his rear. He reached his hand up tomassage a breast that was too big for his girly palms, and his other handstroked the firm curve of her hips. He felt so. " Well, you've only yourself to blame, maybe you should have visited home a few times, Mack!" Millie, let's not go there please; I just ain't in the mood!" Fine, I'll mind my own business, Mr Misery, but only if you dance with me. You haven't asked me to dance yet and that should get them wondering what's going on." Where's Phil? I thought he'd be dancing with you." Yeah, well, he did, but for the last hour him and Laurence have been chatting; I think they are cooking something up between them.. It was either being bored to death with car talk or cards, I was regretting not going home when I had the chance.When we walked to his workshop and picked up his pick-up truck and arrived at his place, my eyes couldn’t believe how many muscle cars he owned.There was all these photos of him doing adventurous stuff, like skydiving, mountain climbing etc.I haven’t done half of what he’s done.In pit lane an Indianapolis with some pit crew.Looking at all the pictures was giving me a rush.I wasn’t. He made me feel like the Queen of Sheba in the way he pulled my wet panties down my legs and helped me to step out of them. I was now completely naked and shameless as I watched him studying my pussy with his face level to my crotch. I spread my legs slightly to give him a better view. I liked him examining it.“Do you like what you see?” I asked.“Oh… yes… I do,” he crooned as he rubbed my legs very slowly from my ankles to my calves, then up the outer and inner regions of my thighs until he.