‘Yeah, yeah I do, and I can get it done real fast, thank you so much.’ ‘Where are you parked?’ ‘I’m over there, the red Corolla.’ Withou... turning around he walks over to his big truck and climbs in. I have no idea if he is going to help me or not, but it looks like he is turning towards where I’m parked. I head over to my car and pull the cables out of the trunk as he pulls his truck in front of me. He pops his hood, but isn’t getting out to help. ‘What a gentleman,’ I think to myself as I. 'Mein Finger war jetzt halb drin und fest umschlossen. Fühlte sich aber geil an. Nochmal raus, wieder Schleim holen. Und rein, easy bis zum Anschlag und dann etwas rein und raus, Fingerficken. Meinen Mittelfinger steckte ich gleichzeitig in ihre Möse. Sie begann etwas zu schnurren.'Gut?''Ja, fühlt sich noch gut an.'Mein nasser Schwanz wurde nicht ganz klein. Die glänzende Eichel blieb frei. Es machte mich an, dies enge, süße Loch zwischen den beiden weißen Halbkugeln zu bearbeiten.Ich zog. "Are you being serious?" was the question I never got a verbal answer to, rather Dan made a hush sign with his finger and lips before moving his hands to unbuckle my belt and unbuttoning the fly of my 501 jeans, slipping his hand inside my boxers and grabbing hard on my cock. When Dan took my rapidly stiffening cock in his mouth I squealed "we shouldn't be doing this" he didn't reply as he was so beautifully kissing, licking and sucking that I thought to myself this is wrong but feels so good. My stepfather was in sales and that made his schedule quite flexible and he would sometimes be home in his office, a spare room near the back of the house, when I got home. He did reports, quotes, customer follow-up, all the details that go along with a sales job and, from what I could tell, he was quite successful at it.So, with him there in the afternoon a couple of times each week, I began dressing for him. I'm sure I don't have to explain that, right?I began fishing for compliments about my.