Yet it churns out the tunes, relentlessly.With time getting on, Grant makes a move to leave but his attention is taken as Blondie beats him to it as s...e moves off the stool; her shoes resound on the wooden floor. He watches once more as her breasts bounce as she gets off the high barstool. He wasn’t expecting it, but she picks up her drink and on her way past places it in front of Grant.“Any reason why I should accept this drink from you?”Her tits almost rest on the bar as the question is posed. He had been a letterman in both high school and college. Football, baseball, wrestling, and even lacrosse one year. Picking up women had never been a problem. He'd always had a steady, and usually three or four others in reserve when his main squeeze was unavailable. He'd left a trail of broken hearts behind him when he moved to Boston to enter law school.If he hadn't been blind drunk that night, he probably could have avoided the patch of ice. If he hadn't been doing 90 on a two-lane country. The last time he did that, he found out he was dreaming. His sleep had been sound, tired as he’d been when he got home, and then there was that strenuous – and satisfying – tussle with cousin Kim. Was she the one making him feel this good? The hand continued to insistently stroke his cock, then it was joined by another, which rolled his balls and teased his scrotum. It felt too good. He groaned with delight and arched his back, pushing his hips up off the bed. ‘You like that, do you?’ a husky. My cock still rock hard and sensitive with the urge to piss coming on stronger useing every muscle trying to hold it back. Then, it becomes to much and I release piss in her mouth for second before I regain control to hold it. I expected her to back off and be disgusted. However, suprising me again, she doesn't back off and swallows the piss. Her eyes still closed and head bobbing slowly. The overwhelming urge is once again to much and I piss for a few.