Then one night I was in the chat room and this guy started chatting me up. Older guy who happened to live relatively close to me. I mean like within 1... minutes close. I had told him that I liked to wear hose and jack off for men at the bookstore and stuff. He tried to get me to come over to his place but I was too scared. I had only been with a guy a couple times. My first involved me stopping right in the middle of sucking his cock because I was freaked out about what I was doing and the other. He lashed out at the bedside clock, as though it were some vicious yet punch-prone alien. His hands and mind fumbled with it, he turned it over – what the hell is this thing, and what’s with all the friggin’ breeping? He couldn’t fathom as to why anything would make such an awful noise so damn early. Bloody inconsiderate, he thought. Some part of him, perhaps his kidneys, gathered whatever resources were available, and established a ramshackle base camp due south of his yellowed pillow. He. It made it altogether easier to avoid the on-line predators but I was finding myself less and less interested in the men I was meeting on-line. I'm trying hard not to overthink or analyze or project, whatever happens with him will happen and I will enjoy the journey without any expectations other than honesty, trust and respect. He knows how I feel about his cock so his text was very direct, "Wanna come suck my cock". I smiled and my body temperature elevated several degrees. I squirmed in my. The wetness of it helped.Cindy's mouth fell open and her eyes widened on his prick as his cock fucked between her tits like an iron snake. "Is that what you want to do?" she panted. "Fuck my tits?" I've got to do something to you!" he groaned. "You've been driving me crazy for a long time." I didn't know that." Well, now you know. God, but you've got cute tits. Play with them, Cindy. Caress them and rub them and press them against my cock." Oh, Bill," she rasped hotly. "This is wicked." But her.