Pulling out rolled me over onto my side and lying beside slid up behind me and pulled one of legs up.‘Help me in.’Reaching behind me I grasped his...cock and pressed it against my asshole, this time the head popped in easily without any pain as he thrust hard burying his cock up to the hilt. Slamming his cock in and out of my hole he kissed me on my neck whilst reaching over to stroke my cock, running his fingers up and down it and soon precum began leaking from my hard prick. Before long he. So it was no surprise that the torrent of foul mouthed obscenities which poured forth from your mouth like the budding anger of Pompeii continued for quite a while as your audience waited and watched until you ran out of steam to fuel your rant and finally give in and ask even though your throat was sore from yelling a moment ago "What the hell do you want and what the fuck is...that?"Turning towards the window the two of you behold the mailman scribbling a message backwards a crossed the once. I parked it up front and on the side of my father's body shop, with a for sale sign on the wind shield. Nothing much happened for the first three days I'd left it there, but on the weekend, two girls drove up, parked in the street, and came over to look at my car. I let them look at it by themselves for about five minutes before cleaning my hands and walking over to see them."I just put a different engine and transmission in it, replaced the whole interior, smoothed out all the little paint. That touch becomes a long slow lingering kiss. You taste me on your lips. You taste the salty sweat of my exertion. You taste your own moist skin. You taste the warmth of passion on your lips. As you stand still lost in the gentle passion of our first kiss, my arm slides around you, cradles your lower back and firmly pulls your body to me. Your hands instinctively reach up and touch my shoulders. You can feel the powerful muscles across my shoulders in your fingers. Your chest is pressed.