It's difficult to keep my hand on something so small and he doesn't seem to notice or care. His nuts have finally warmed up and loosened up so I timi...ly cradle them. But all I can think about are the strong hands working my package. He rolls my balls between his fingers, keeping them under pressure. I try doing it to his tiny ones but the hair gets caught and I can't focus. He curls his thumb and forefinger around the top of my sack, tugging my trapped balls down a little too hard. Lets. It connected to US 90, forty miles to the west, but those who traveled it eastward were seldom Onteora bound. At a distance the girl was ordinary-looking: medium height, a broad-shouldered but bosomy build, shoulder-length blonde hair. She was probably in her early twenties. She wore a heavy wool sweater, blue jeans, and work boots. A shabby satchel of modest size dangled from her right hand. Her walk was strong but unhurried. A surge of curiosity impelled Allan to lean forward, as he attempted. “Hmmm,” puffed Sonal. She stuck her tongue out and licked the tip.I rubbed my cock on her tongue for some time, pressing the slit of my cock up and down her wet, slippery tongue. Gradually, I pushed my cock inside her mouth. I held her cheeks with both my hands and started mouth fucking. She was caressing my balls, beckoning me to cum.I was very close now. I put my legs around her face and started fucking her mouth even harder. Finally, it happened, my balls convulsed. I pulled my foreskin. It ended up being four.Of course, the other thing was, using the same driver – who I’d not only put out for but, had been flashed quite a bit – had that poor guy horny as hell. On the last day I went to the airport with my trick and gave him a nice warm good-bye. The driver waited as usual. To see him off I’d worn a pair of my tightest and shortest shorts; those damned things looked like they were painted on me. Not only did they hold my cheeks firmly but, they separated them, giving great.