What did he do with it?Me: He wore it to the bathroom and peed through it. By the time he came back the tube was much longer than his cock and slipped...right off.Gena: LOL! Well, it sounds like he's not too big to grease my corn hole.Me: You don't want him to wear a rubber?Gena: No, if that's okay. I want you both to clean me out with enemas before the fuck and then he won't need a condom. I want to be clean as a whistle. If it's okay with him, I would like to be in charge of what we do.Me: I'll. "Thanks!" I said. I didn't know what else to say. Saying 'thanks' seemed trite, and less than adequate, but I could think of nothing else!"Your very welcome," he said, and then he got up and showed me where I could wash up if I wished to; and I did. Then, coming back out into his living room (where he was standing looking out through the large glass wall-windows into his sunny garden), I stood watching him.He turned and smiled. "I do hope that you will come over again sometime." I'd like that,". A loud voice snapped them back to reality when it barked out; "Steve, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Standing there was Officer Johnson and he already knew the answer to his question. He knew straight away that Steve must have pulled this girl over because he found her attractive, he had done it before himself, and he had many hot nights of passion on these roadways. When he had seen the police car pulled in off the road, he had hoped that some other police officer was getting lucky. Trust me at that moment she looked like a vision. I went in and kissed her hard and started unbuttoning her shirt. We kissed harder and harder and soon my hands were fiddling with the buttons of her shorts. As soon as I dropped them around her ankles, she lifted her left leg and wrapped it around me tight with her right hand slowly finding its way to my cock over my shorts. As soon as she touched it, I got harder and I felt myself throbbing inside my shorts. I kissed her harder and harder while.