It seemed to Karen that she had never seen a cock that was so swollen... so big before, and she was glad that she could bring it to such proportions w...th a few swipes of her tongue. She drew in her breath and opened her mouth to enclose the hard rubbery head between her shapely lips. She could feel his sperm-filled testicles squirm and contract, and he began an almost imperceptible flexing motion of his hips, actually trying now to force more and more of his pounding penis into Karen's cock-. I knew at that point that I would yield to his desires, but I wasn’t sure how we would go about it.So I asked, “What exactly are you talking about, Jefferson? Do you mean right here and right now? What if someone comes in here?”Jefferson smiled and replied, “The steam room isn’t used that heavily on Sunday mornings, and even if someone came in here, they wouldn’t give a shit about seeing us. And if it’s one of my black friends, he might even want to join in the fun. You can just stay where you. I had known Tony D'Amato since the fifth grade at St. MargaretMary's elementary school. Tony was a great guy and a lot of fun to hangout with.He was very, very bold and always up for doing some crazy shit, likeshoplifting from stores, pinching some girl's butt, or stealing a car. Wespent a lot of time together. One thing I noticed very quickly. Tony had thecertain type of looks that girls flipped for. They were always flirting withhim. And since they were usually in packs in those days, I would. After another drink Simon suggested we leave."I'll walk you home Michelle, it's too late for a beautiful girl to be out on her own."He held my jacket for me and then slipped his hands round my waist briefly before guiding me out into the night. One hand stayed round my waist as we walked to my flat, my own doing the same, resting on his left hip.After fumbling in my handbag for the door key Simon stepped close to me and held me by the shoulders. His lips met mine for a long moment, then he.