Yet, I desperately wanted to feel his cock in my mouth.I took it in my hand and slowly moved up and down tentatively it's so warm until this nameless...stranger said, "I can stroke my cock myself old man, get sucking like the faggot you are."Accepting that his words were true, and that detached fantasy had become a living reality, I opened my mouth and leaned forward.As soon as my mouth was wrapped around his cock, he moaned, "That's it cocksucker, make your dream come true."I was tentative at. It's you who shown me where my clitoris was. You who wanted me to spread my legs or my asscheeks so you could watch my cunny or my poophole for nurse inspection games. It made me feel so embarassed at first, you know, letting you watch my naughty parts. Then i loved to spread my little cunny wide with my fingers so the nurse could touch anywhere she wanted to, i loved the way you were looking at me. It's you who teached me how to masturbate. It's you who let me play with your growing damn. Regardless of her many attempts,she could not escape her prison.-------------------------------------------------------Bob had run out of beer, and decided to make his way to the fridge toget some more. As he passed through the archway of the kitchen, hesuddenly felt cold, as though he had opened the refrigerator. But thatwas impossible: the refrigerator was nearly 15 feet away. Regardless, heshrugged it off, grabbed his beer, and returned to his football game.Soon, Bob needed to use the. After we felt we’d blown enough quarters we left and went to play some carnival games. The first few times we didn’t win anything, but as we got to the ones we were familiar with like the water gun and the rings, we made out. We added a dolphin, a couple basketballs, Donkey from Shrek, and a pack of shot glasses to our collection. We were walking around looking for something else we could play when my phone rang that special song, a laugh a little every time I hear it. “Yeah Ashley.” “Where.