Chuckie reached over and grabbed on to it and gave it a few pulls and squeezes. Then Myron took ahold of it and really inspected it. He was practicall... jacking Jason off when Jason stopped him."Hey you dick-hog! Give the new kid a turn to touch it. You almost made me cum!" Jason said to Myron.The twins told me to go ahead and I did. "Wow! it is hard, and hot!" I said. Then I let it go because I didn't want to be a dick-hog. "Okay! someone make me cum!" Jason said and Chuckie was the first to. It topped out at about 50 MPH so driving on expressways were kind of a double-dare thing - she made great time buzzing by stopped cars when the expressways were more like parking lots - as long as nobody opened a door suddenly - but when they were moving she was risking her butt. The poor thing kept starting, it was its nature and its fate. The Vespa would never be stolen, if she left it someplace LAPD would track her down (recall: cop boyfriend for her mom, who was the registered owner) and. Its stuck out there on its own in the cold and looks totally unloved and uncared for; sort of completely forgotten in what is supposed to be a collective effort.”It has to be said that, along with all eight other pieces of man-meat associated with this joint copulative venture, Callum’s cock did not appear to be either unloved or uncared for; quite the contrary; it was resolutely erect and already exuding a few drops of anticipative pre-cum. But Erik had decided otherwise and so he dropped on. ’ In response, all I could do is offer a heavy sigh. Just then, I felt her head lift up. I looked down into a face adorned with a naughty little grin. ‘You know something I’ve always wanted to do, baby?’ ‘What’s that?’ I answered with my own question. Her hand reached up, slid around my neck and into my hair. ‘I want to make love in the rain.’ I was taken temporarily aback. This wasn’t like her. As far as we knew, we were alone, with no other people for at least a half mile on each side of us..