How about your shoes? They ready? If we're into this, might as well do it right," he said as he headed out the door.Jeff, Frank and Dave stood at the ...nd of the long outside garage watching snowmobiles being offloaded from a truck. There was little wind, but the snow, long having stopped if you believed the weather forecast from yesterday, was still coming down, adding to the six inches of new snow from last night.Jeff pulled the hood of his heavy coat forward a little. Nodding toward the. He placed his hand on top of mine and started gently moving my hand up and down on his cock so that my fingers slid over the head and back down to the root. I had never touched any ones cock but my own but this felt so good and natural that he didn't have to hold my hand very long. I continued to stroke his cock and enjoyed the feel as it got firmer and grew in my hand. I still couldn't take my eyes off of it as it stood straight and tilted slightly upward. He put his hands on my shoulders and. As she got into the car to drive us home, her skirt rid up her legs enough for me to barely see the tip of her panties. As she pulled out of the complex and reach the first traffic stop, I couldn't resist. I slid my hand between her legs and slowly began to rub her pussy. Normally, she would stop me. She didn't like being distracted while driving. But she was horny tonight, and couldn't resist the touch of my fingers on her pussy. By the time we got home, her panties were moist and warm. Back. God forbid it be with a Positive!" We had to rush a Healer to the hospital for the holo-reporter who fell off the roof that one time," I said."It's your fault," she accused. "Your sex life is so accessible, people expect every media figure to fuck on camera. Of course, nobody can get your ratings. What was your last get-together? Four women! 'It's a powerless grav-plate, Mr. Director. Can we spend the weekend in your bed?' I wish I knew you were that easy to get into bed when I was your.