It had been a while since I had pleasured myself, almost two years. I gripped my member at the base and began to stroke, the pleasure centers beginnin... to activate as I rubbed one out. I had always been proud of my cock. It wasn't huge by any means, seven and a half inches long and five and a half inches thick, but it had a good meaty, weight to it. Like the perfect club. Grace loved to lick along the veins, it used to drive me wild. I imagined Grace wrapping her tiny hand around my shaft and. She rolled her eyes in acknowledgement of her clumsiness. 'Thank you.'She took the glass, placing her lips around the straw, then, realizing the symbolism of her actions she looked away from him. David watched as she drew the water through the paper tube. 'Hmm, eco-friendly.' Oh, shut up Sammi.'You look great,' David said, still watching her.She nodded, looking around, still sucking on the straw, trying to look anywhere but at his face or the appendage that was hanging only inches from her. When that little vixen licked her way all the way up my length before once again taking me down her throat – again snaking a probing finger far too deeply into my ass – that was all she wrote. We had liftoff, and I groaned and bucked upwards, thrusting my cock as deep as possible as I spurted helplessly down her throat.Astonishingly, she didn’t bail out on me. She squeezed her eyes closed and held me by the nuts as I pumped merrily into her willing gullet, never once choking, gagging or. " Where are you from?" Back east. Hey...you just missed the turn." I slammed on the brakes. I had indeed missed the turn. I quickly shot a u-turn in the middle of the busy street. A highly i*****l driving maneuver. "Watch out for that cop!"Suddenly there were sirens behind us. The blue and red lights reflecting off my rear view mirror. Knuckles tensed, squeeze the steering wheel. Shit. I quickly pulled over to the side of the road. The cop car still driving towards us. My mind was racing. It.