She leans in closer, they lips coming together for a deep, longing kiss. “I love extraordinary things.”“I can tell,” he says.They both laugh a... the comment, but then she frowns. “I don’t want to leave.”“Then don’t.”“But I have to.”“Why?”“It’s getting late and supper is probably done,” she says, looking past his shoulder to the hill beyond. “I’ll already be in enough trouble for being late.”“Then why not make it worth being in trouble for?” he suggests. “Stay here with me. Let me make love to. He was no-nonsense, only ran for office to try and bring some common sense to that political body, and didn’t brook stupidity very well. He had been one of my staunchest allies from the beginning, pushing hard for my hiring and for my early promotion to Lieutenant. He was tall, slender, definitely a ranchhand in his dress, looks and demeanor. Ranching was his hobby, he’d made a lot of money over the years in cattle futures and business deals, and he was semi-retired at age 50. I knew that he. Her 6'2" frame looked incredible in the skin tight black leather pants she was wearing... she had a black stretchy tank top and black mules on her feet...long black shoulder length hair... she walked around to my side of the car... My cock was aching.. my bladder was at it's bursting point. She reached across my lap and unbuckled the seat belt. The leather and her perfume was putting a further strain on my cock, which she had previously encased in a rubber cock and ball harness... it was. I said yes (in fact I did). He asked if she had just a "patch of hair" down there instead of a "weiner". I told him all girls have that, and asked why he was asking. He said, "just becuase". Having a little bit of bisexual in me (and having fooled around with my older brother before, but that is another story), I asked if he had hair on his weiner. He was shy and said, "no". I told him I had a little, and asked if he wanted to see. So, I showed him my now hard dick. He was amazed at the.