"I've always wanted to come in here and watch women try this stuff on,"I admitted to Tara, "I never even come in though." Then you're in for an experi...nce," Tara smiled at me. "Just don'tthink it's going to be like one of those Penthouse stories." Penthouse?" I blinked in confusion."Never mind." She rolled her eyes. "And I thought all guys werefamiliar with that..."A minute later we were in the back section with Tara picking out severalinteresting pieces of clothing. She seemed to be going . Normally I would have placed his hands on my head and let him deep throat me, but I needed to practice being in control here. The good thing was, that, since I was controlling the pace and depth, choking was much less a problem than it would have been with him holding my head and facefucking me. I still had to fight to control the gag reflex, but this was actually turning out to be good practice for that, I was able to control the retch reflex much better and relax and swallow him pretty. As the evening progressed, she seemed to relax more and even laughed at my few clean jokes. I took her home and she kissed me before she got out of my car; I was in heaven.Mel and I were now getting on fine, much to her mother joy, she seemed to like me and would always give me big hug, her big bust pushed hard into my chest. If you drove passed their house the road would petered out and ended up to give magnificent view over Southampton water and the docks; at night it was a wonderland of. I was going home from my girlfriend's, hitchhiking. A car pulled to the side of the road and I anxiously ran and jumped in. "Where you going," I was asked. "About 6 miles, into town," I relied. For the first couple of miles everything was normal. Then I noticed the man was rubbing his groin. He would look over at me, smile, lick his lips, and rub his crotch. I must admit, the whole thing made me horny, and very hard. I have wondered all these years if he could see the bulge in my.