SAY YES AND TAP THAT’ was roughly what went through my mind.“YES!” I shouted suddenly.“Yes what Jake?” She asked, biting her lips.“Yes I w...nt to fuck you. Yes I have a big dick. Yes I have a boner.” By that point I was past rational thinking, I was just saying the first things that entered my thoughts.“Well then let us go! My house is only a couple of blocks away”By the time we arrived at her house, I thought my dick was going to explode. I had had a non-stop hard on since we left the school,. You can come in here and suck my big cock. No? You a one man's man? Oh well bawler, guess I'll have to catch you later." Before I could shot out a comeback, Brad burned rubber down the rollercoster called a street. Before they reached the first crest, a shadow dashed in front of them. The crash was audible. Well, less audible then, "Oh shit dude. What did you hit?" "I don't know... fuck." Brad's voice matched his actions as he drove away in his dented Lincoln. As his tail lights dipped out of. He started rubbing himself faster and faster. Precumalready dripped down his cock. He lotion his cock up as he stroke. Debrameanwhile was fingering herself faster and faster."Damm" He said"Ohhhhhhh" Debra let out.Debra played with her ass, fingering herself from both sides as she heard amoan. She turns and notices a hole in the wall, with the eye poking through.She was shocked at first but played it cool. Debra had a plan for him. Shecontinued rubbing herself as she bent over. Her got a view of. It turns out that the phone number shehad advertised on the windows for "music lessons from 4 pm to 5 pmTuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays" was really a PHONE-FOR-SEX number!Callers were dialing in, paying with their credit cards, and watching meon the many web cameras the installer had set up in our house!"Sissy, look, you made 1,720 Euros in one week!" Madame Beringer, excuse me, but are you serious? I made 1,720 Eurosjust for being myself? In one week?" Yes, sissy! You are making more as a.