Somehow he couldn’t help himself, stealing one glance after another. “Couldn’t we just fuck, like all the others in the room?”, Gabriel though..., and looking back at the scene, watching those sweaty figures and hearing their awkward grunts excited him far more than before. The guy on the left was far better with keeping the rythm of his thrusts. He was really god at it. Somehow, Gabriel’s eyes went back to Nicolas’ shaft. The other boy was now stroking himself carefully, apparently not wanting. She slowly stroked the length of my cock, gently rubbing the head between her fingers. If I didn't know about the loud echo in the garage I would have let out a moan right there. It was dark, but people might still hear us. She was furiously working my dick with her expert fingers as I lost myself in a deep passionate kiss. But with cars parked all around us I knew that we might not enjoy this privacy for very long. So I figured we'd best get going, but not before wrapping up the business at. When I was younger I really hated that rule. I still resent it a little, but now that I’m a little older, I can see some reasons why the rule makes sense. I was fourteen when the guys started coming over to take Melissa out. Melissa insisted that they come up to the door to get her. Any guy that drove up, honked his horn, and expected Melissa to come running out was disappointed. She wasn’t the most popular girl in school, she went out about once a month until she started going out with Mike.. "So, you're my slave for today. Cute. My name's Melanie, but you can callme Miss."She raised her voice. "Thank you Debby, he's just what I wanted."Looking back at me she continued "Of course you did know there weremicrophones as well as cameras in each of your rooms, didn't you? Ooops,maybe you didn't. How embarrassing, all those little "Oh yes" and "Fuckme" that you like uttering as you wank yourself off, it was very cute,oh, and very amusing."I blushed red as I started to stutter an.