"Come on, sport. We have some playing to do." I get my crutch under my arm and take his hand away from my pussy. I feel the wetness from my own juices... Soon we're going out the door."Over there, my car's there." Not far. He's guiding me to the back passenger door. That's fine. After he opens it he helps me lie down on the seat.I spread my legs and he groans while he's pulling my thong down, away from my goodies. He drops the thong on the floor and sinks down to begin licking my stub. Caressing. It didn’t take long before his cock started to rise with a mind all its own. He tried to hide his embarrassment, but Helen just slapped his hand away and told him to stand still and let us play. And play we did.Our hands wandered over the contours of his chest. Fingers squeezed his tiny nipples until they looked like miniature erections. We fondled his ass, thighs, back, neck and every sensitive place on his body. We squeezed his balls and stroked his cock. His body was a tasty buffet most. ..He stood and undid his zipper and took off his jeans and boxers. Now he was in front of his cam and I stared at his huge cock."You like my cock?"My throat was constricted."Yes" "Want to stroke it?" Yes." Maybe sometime...."Really? That was an erotic thought....His hand came into view and he started stroking his massive penis.I was so turned on, my own cock twitched and I felt a little jet of liquid squirting out. I wasn't even touching myself. He saw the glistening droplet on the end of my. Her initial response to my text was that she didn’t think we should get together. I then realized that this was just after I had texted with Morgan, the two of them were probably sitting together in her bedroom discussing the whole thing. I asked her why she didn’t want to go out with me now, and of course she said she had been talking with Morgan. I decided the hell with texting, this required an actual phone call. As we spoke she said “I can’t believe you were going to do that with me after.