If I could stroke it, feel it in my hand, and compare it to my own, I was elated. I slowly spent more and more time at the gloryhole. I was still too ...cared to suck a cock, but I was stroking as many as I could get my hands on. I loved the feeling of a hard cock in my hand. It felt so different from my own. stroking each new cock was an adventure for me. some were curved, some were short, some long. it was all so excited to see and feel all the different shapes and sizes of cock. I needed to. But he knew the area where I lived so I walked down the street from my house and he picked me up in his pickup truck on the corner. He was nice, in his forties and had a beard. We drove around a little until we found a good spot. The first couple we saw weren't good, but we found a closed business less than a mile from my place with a very discreet parking lot. George pulled in and asked, “Does this looked good to you?”I was almost too nervous to answer at this point but it looked like as good. Robert could see the desire in her eyes as he eased her blouse over her head dropping it to the floor. Reaching up, she unbuttoned his shirt exposing his toned, lightly hair chest. Her hands slipped downward, pulling on his belt and unbuttoning his jeans sliding the zipper past the increasing bulge. Those firm hands caressed her back as his lips met hers, he clasped at the waist of her skirt, unsnapping it allowing it to flutter to the floor. Teresa could not believe that this was happening,. Bernie saw the huge wet spots on her pants over her pussy as she peeled off her pants and the panties. She held Bernie in her hand and rubbed up and down spreading her slick spots, finally making him discover her clitoris, peeping out of the sheath. His cock was still oozing some silky, milky semen. Brenda asked him point blank, if he wanted to lose his virginity with her right now. “Would you please, fuck me? I am burning with desire”. “Do you have a condom”? Bernie asked her.“No, but I am on.