” Then next day came. I happened to see Lucy, again. As usual, she was smiling and everything on her face showed it too. “Hiiiii Marcus” she sai... as if she was going to run up and hug me. “How’s it going?” I told her it was going fine. “Wanna get together again sometime? I mean, what you did the other night well” and then she took a deep breath of air and added before saying “oooooohh I haven’t forgotten that night at all.” We smiled and I looked at her tits before she added “I mean feeling. He said "How's it going?" I turned towards him a little and could see his cock. He asked me if I liked it? I was dumbfounded. I could not take my eyes away from it. I had often fantasized about about sucking a cock or fucking one. My wife had fucked me a couple of times with a dildo and I had fucked myself on several occasions with a dildo. He laughed when I didn't respond. I finished washed up and left. I picked up my lunch needs and walked out of the store. This guy was waiting. I remembered last week when Candy had accidentally lost her towel on the way out of the bathroom, I got a good eyeful of her perky C-cups as she scrambled to cover herself. I remembered, clearly, the pale skin tone and pink nipples, as she blushed furiously. The blob humped up a perfect replica of Candy's boobs, even the colors seemed to shift to match my memory.I placed my palms over those bumps, they felt like boobs, they squeezed like boobs, they felt wonderful. I jerked my hands back. I. Finally he turned to me and said, "The only way I am going to stop is if you agree to give me a blow job."I had no idea what that was, but I knew that I wanted him to stop, so I agreed to his terms. He immediately removed his hand from my dress, sat upright in the seat of the car and unzipped his pants, pushing them to his knees. Before I could say anything or even react, he pushed my head down to his crotch and told me to suck on him. I refused, but he forced my jaw open, as you would the jaw.