For some reason, the partial sight of his tackle excited her as a full view wouldn't. It looked to be a nice tool, too, thick and meaty. She realized ...he was staring, and not listening. "Huh?" she said to a question he has asked."I asked if you'd like to go for a ride?" he repeated.She thought for a moment. "I didn't see a car out front, except Duane's," she said."I don't have a car, I have a bike," he said. "It's round in the back, I was changing the oil."For a brief moment, she thought he. That was January. On her birthday the next month, her mom left to start a life for them. She moved in with her aunt and uncle to finish her sophomore year in high school. It was awful. School was hard, and she had the typical social female dramas that tenth graders have. She missed her mom, and felt so uncomfortable in her aunt’s house even though she had spent so much time growing up there. Her life took a turn for the worst. She started dating guys who left something to be desired in the. Sure, the payment would be huge, enough so they could finally put down the down payment on their own place and stop living in an apartment. But that was of little use now! So that night she put in some new batteries and went to bed with her Battery Operated Boyfriend.And Thursday night when they talked when he got off work, he said that he had 2 things he wanted to talk with her about when he got home. First, he wanted her to start looking for the kind of place they had been talking about for. She slowly went lower to my cock, stroking it slowly but firmly. Her massive breasts dangling about an inch from my face. “Does this please you?” she asks in a soft voice. “Yes.” I am barely able to reply. “Good, I love pleasing my man.” If I was more awake and less stimulated, I would have been startled by this statement as we had never even been on a date, but as it was all I really could do is lay back and enjoy it. She continued stroking me for what seemed like forever, constantly gauging.