. he also got harder! and each time he would lean into me as he pointed out pictures to me. Then he tells me.. I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! he is so hard!... needs to let his cock out! that's what these books do to you! so he stands up in front of me, pulls down his pants, out springs this HUGE throbbing cock! I had NEVER seen another mans hard cock before. I just stared!! he sat back down next to me, leaned back and started stroking it. I never took my eyes off him. he tells me I should do the. Every day we were exchanging emails waiting for the end of the week to arrive. We even exchanged photos dressed in only our pantyhose. I fortunately have a digital camera so setting up and posing was no problem, but Elliot only had a Polaroid and a rather poor scanner. He was apologetic about the poor quality. I told him I didn’t care, the look of his hard cock encased in the variety of pantyhose he modelled in was raising the bl**d pressure in my own cock. Friday morning, I awoke with a knot. Q but common sense came much too late to be of any help. So here I am traveling the world repairing security systems. I was always on the road from airports to government and military installations. Three failed marriages and four kids who didn't know or care where I was because they never saw me anyway lay behind me. Perhaps that was part of the reason that I was a freaking walking heart attack. I had ceased to give a shit about myself years ago. I smoked like a freight train, drank like a. Then uncle Misha picked up my panties from the floor and shoved them at meinto my mouth to stifle my moans. A few more attempts and I feltas the anus stretched out to the sides passing inside the prick. Became veryit hurts, I mumbled, wanted to move away from the attack from behind, but my headI leaned against the headboard of the bed, and uncle Misha gripped my hips tightlybegan to literally pull my ass on his cock. I felt likeit goes deeper and deeper, pushing the walls of my rectum.