I can see little drops of precum run along your cock, wetting it. I open my legs further and my fingers slide into my wetness. You know exactly what I...am doing. You can see it in the shadows. You can hear it. You can smell it. "There is a blindfold on the table next to you. Place it over your eyes please," I say. You obey me and cover your eyes. Then your hands go back to your cock and you carry on jacking off for my eyes. I need to know what you feel like and I get up. You can hear the light. He would see no one, yet the feeling persisted.Climbing a steep street, he was suddenly boxed in by two men. One was heavy, squat, powerful. He reminded Alex of the doorman at the Casa de Los Angeles. His companion was short and skinny, dressed in a loud check suit. He was the dangerous one.It was almost over so fast, Alex nearly missed the whole scene. The heavy-set man moved forward, grabbed him by one arm and flipped him to the ground. At the same time the skinny man lunged in and his knife. Here we were driving to a strip mall, and we were already stripped. It was rather exciting driving around completely nude. This was back before window tint was common so there was only a clear piece of glass between us and the rest of the world. We pulled into the parking lot and parked in front of the dance studio. Sitting there naked we could see my Fiancé and her sister and the others in the dance class. Robin moved next to me and took my cock in her hand and began stroking me. It was a. Her eyes were wide as saucers and her nostrils flaring. The grip on my manhood was vise-like. It was not until she relaxed a little that I could push deeper inside. It felt like a velvet glove as it wrapped itself around my member. I felt it begin to quake around me. No woman had ever felt as glorious as the sheath possessing me. The tightness of her channel made me feel enormous inside of her.I could hold back no longer. I felt a strong animalistic need from the deep recesses come forth. My.