I soon gripped my hand around his seven-inch cock and began to stroke, He sort of collapsed on top of me and I could feel his breath on my neck. It wa... then that I could feel my own engorged cock underneath his weight. With him on top of me, it got difficult to stroke his cock. He raised his head and looked into my eyes.“Wanna go upstairs?”“Yes, I would like that,” was all I could respond.He jumped off of me and the sight of the outline of his cock stuck out against the front of his shorts. I had a very late lunch in Dobson but found nothing interesting to do there, so I drove home. When I got home I found a note on my door, the SBI agents had been around. I'm sure they only had one or two agents assigned to a homicide in a small town. Mary Ellen had no known ties to anything important, like the mob or politics, so it would be just a small investigation.If they tied me and The Brit to the case, then things might get interesting. I didn't really have that in mind, when I threw them. The scintillating feeling continued to grow within her making her claw at the bed sheets. She thought to herself that whatever this was she should probably try to get away from it. Still she couldn’t muster the strength or the willpower to tear herself away from the amazing sensations now flooding through her skin. Her hands started running down along her sides over the thin white cotton shirt she was wearing. The feel of her own fingers against her skin was almost electrifying. It was as if. Would I actually risk doing this? So many things could go wrong! His parents could find out, MY parents could find out, I wondered if I should even go on. After a few stupid rounds where the truth's were questions like "what's your favorite color?" and the dares were "I dare you to pinch yourself ten times" I made my move. "I dare you to take off your underwear for two turns." It seemed innocent enough, after all he only had to remove his underwear and put his shorts back on. Just a guy and a.