“Come on in.” When i was inside and the door closed he turned to me and showed me his cell phone. There was a photo of me full face, naked, cock c...ged, standing naked in the parking lot. i gulped and he smiled.“These can be all over the internet this afternoon, or not, if you don't want them to be posted. I want what your friend had when he was here. I delete them when you suck my cock. Suck it.”i knew he had the upper hand, so i knelt down. Then i hit me, “them?”“No, no, loose the clothes.”By. “I like you a lot. I’m not saying that I want that to happen now or any time soon but, would you want to go on a date or something with me?” Finally it was my turn to chuckle. “I would say this counts as a date, I did just see your boner.” We both laughed and then got quiet. Suddenly, we were making out again, but this time our hands were exploring each other’s bodies. Feeling the definition in all the muscles, brushing the hairs on his stomach as I felt his abs and slowing down as my hand. She shivered as she grabbed the steering wheel and said in a fierce whisper, "Mine!" I laughed.I gave her directions to my little shop and she oh-so-carefully drove there. I had to insist she get on the freeway. She was afraid a rock or a bit of gravel might hit that perfect paint job and put a ding in it. "Oh hell, if that happens, we'll just send it to Jiffy Paint for a touch up." She giggled and did as I asked. The only way you "touched up" a hand rubbed lacquer job like the one on the. I can’t make out East Cowes but I can just discern in the fading light the ‘Twin Towers’ of Osborne House. Beyond – getting on for perhaps near on twenty miles – I espy the orange glow of Fawley Oil Refinery at the far mouth of Southampton Water, curiously attractive. The sun is swollen, bl**d red and shortly to dip below the horizon. Between the pier and me is about an eighth of a mile. At the base of the pier is the Esplanade Railway Station and landward to that, Ryde Bus Station – where I.