Dutifully following his instructions, Warren pulled the front of his shirt up to his chest. Sandy immediately pressed her hand with his dick up agains... his stomach as she continued jerking him off. The sound of her hand rubbing against his stomach while she wanked his dick was too much for Warren. He bit down on his upper lip as his cum splashed out all over his stomach.As he started cumming, Sandy slowed her hand down, but she didn't stop until she had milked every last drop out of him.When. Sometimes this produces a smile back! I like to replay these situations later when I masturabte and develop the situation in imagination to the point where the man starts to take it out and wank for me and let me handle him and then watch him shoot a load for me.So I can imagine you asking me what would be my perfect fantasy for being watched and then watching. There are two of these.I like young inexperienced men who are turned on to my looks, body shape and have erections. I like to imagine. He straightened up and tossed them aside. He stood there flushed but proud.I gasped. "He's sure got a lot to be proud of!" I though to myself. Under his flat muscled stomach he had a thick bushy crop of curly black pubic hair. Poking out and upwards was a very thick seven or eight inch cock. It was capped by a fat, circumcised mushroomed head, it's eye like slit glistening and looking impudent and shameless in its nakedness, if you can understand what I mean. Hanging below it I could clearly. She had a gun, and she fucking shot me!" You don't look shot to me," Bobby replied softly. Van didn't know which Bobby to be more afraid of — when Bobby spoke loudly, or when he spoke softly. He suspected the soft spoken Bobby was probably the one he should fear the most."She did! The bullet hit my cigarette case!" he cried. "That's the only reason she didn't kill me. Look, I can show you, it's in my pocket!"Van pulled the case out and held it up. Bobby took a glance at it and put it in a.