“Sorry,” she said, “I just had a mental image of you in the supermarket with your dick flopped out on the checkout conveyor belt, and running al...ng with it to try and keep up with the belt. Meanwhile the checkout girl’s reaching out to grab it and wave it over the bar code reader!”He smiled as the image formed itself in his mind as well. “Wonder how many loyalty points I’d get for that?” he said.While he still chuckled at the thought of turning those points into meal vouchers, she got up from. When she had me face down on the sofa for my trimming session, all I could think about was how many guys she had pulled her knickers down for and if she took it up the ass like my high school teacher. It made me pause to consider my own sexuality and I definitely came down of the side of a nice-sized cock instead of a carpet covered pussy but I have to admit this lady made all my buttons start buzzing and I hoped she couldn’t see how excited and wet I had become when she put her hands on me. Resting at the bottom like some dead solider was the traumatized remains of a four-door sedan — his four-door sedan. Barely recognizable, it lay on its side: lifeless, passenger side up, propped against a splintered tree. The windows were little more than a tangled spider web of busted glass, every visible inch of metal was either dented, punctured or ripped clean from the automobiles broken bones. He held a tremulous hand over a tremulous mouth, agape with shock, wondering by what grace of. I ran my fingers proudly up and down his skin, admiring my handiwork. I wasted no time repeating my actions on his left leg, until it too was perfectly smooth.I placed Rob’s feet either side of my legs, once again picking up the soap filled scrunchy. Looking straight into his eyes, I couldn’t help smiling mischievously, before lathering over his stubbly pubic area and testicles. He tensed, bucking against my hand and scrunchy as I worked around his hard twitching cock. I felt my pussy throb as.