.. but not. George de Mestral hadn’t perfected it. This Velcro was kind of white ... not the ubiquitous black so familiar today. It was the hook and...loop but it was different. Still it separated when pried and I soon had it off. The spears had no screwdriver slot ... no Philips ... no hex socket. Did I Really want to satisfy curiosity ... really? Could I sacrifice one just see how it worked?One thing for sure ... mounting a speaker was just asking for holes in the cone.I suppose I had better. Some felt good in the mouth while some felt very good to hold. But, in my experience I learnt more than the cock the man with whom I am sucking mattered more to me. When you know the guy better it gets all the more intimate and promising.I will suck it slowly and then increase the pace much to their delight. The initial moments usually pass uneventful but guys once very hard don’t have the practice of controlling themselves. They would simply hold my head tight and start fucking my mouth. I. I couldn’t help it though. Her touch made me want to fuck her. After only a couple of minutes I thought that I was going to cum in my pants. “You’ve gotta stop or I will cum in my shorts.” I said in a soft but teasing tone. She grabbed my cock and pulled me off the path into the woods. With her flip-flops on she made her way into the woods and to a large tree. Her ass was shaking and boobs were giggling as she walked. Patricia pushed me against the large tree and yanked my pants down. My cock. She sat on the corner of the bed with both hands on the bed as she leaned back. She had her legs crossed as she raised her eyebrows at me. I took my shirt off, and she purred a sexy moan. I walked closer to her and she opened her legs for me. Her pussy glistened in the dim light as she grinned and beckoned me closer with one of her sexy fingers.I got on my knees and pushed her legs open wider. She moaned as she pushed my head down lower into her musty vagina, and I loved how it smelled. She.