Yes, I said my date. You see Willy and I had a deal. I could date and I could kiss my date, feel her tits, and even rub her off, but it all was done o...tside the clothes. My date could kiss and play with my cock through my pants. Because Willy had tits and I didn’t (You know what I mean) I was allowed to get a hand job with my cock sticking out of my zipper, but no blow jobs.She was allowed the same rules with her date. So, no problem, right?Wrong!A friend of mine from work, Bobby, told me that. "Oh yes! Yes! Look at that fucker spray!" Marsha cried out in delighted glee, Steven too chuckling with enjoyment at the sight of that. "Oh honey, I'm so looking forward to this now myself," she added to that as Sally finished milking out the last final drop from my prick, smearing it carefully, and teasingly against Carol's cum-drenched quim. She was an erotic sticky mess, looking obscene, delightfully so, as she reached down now, smearing all that white hot spunk of mine even further into,. She could feel herself already begin to tremble with just a thought. A gentle smirk appeared on her face. As usual, no one noticed, especially not him. They’d had the talk, they had already determined the continuation of their ‘just friends’ status. She recognized that the chance of her desire playing out was slim. It was a harsh realization, but a true one. Even, by small miracle, they shared a night of physical passion, it would become nothing. That was the hardest thought of all. Out of. At one point she reached over and ran her hands on my chest and stomach, mentioned how she was jealous of my Girlfriend. I mentioned I did not have a girlfriend nor am I seeing anyone on a regular basis. "My goal is to finish school and get a job that will pay a little better so I could get a house and live the American Dream. I realize you are a manager, but Weinstocks is not the end of my career search." "Well, it isn't mine either. I have been promised a job working for the.