At this time, we pulled up in my driveway and before I turned to leave, Scott grabbed my arm and said, "wait!" then I noticed he was rubbing his cock,...which was noticebly hard. He said, "what about a blow job for old times sake"? He knew i wouldn't say no because I used to love sucking him off. So I told him to lay his seat back, which he did, then I unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, hard tool. I immediately started sucking up and down on it and he kept telling me that I was the best. Anger flew through Ty’s veins. He pushed the bike forward and popped down the kick stand. He would damn well tell her what he thought of such foolishness. Marti had barely gotten into her apartment before the giggles started. It had been a really long day at the office, facing each employee who had betrayed her. But as soon as she had seen that bike in the parking lot, it was all forgotten. God, how she hoped she hadn’t been wrong. If that wasn’t Ty, she was going to have to do some high. I could feel more and more of my shaft being clamped tight by his virgin ass muscles, as he crawled backwards. ‘Fuck!’ He couldn’t help but moan as he took 6 inches of my girthy shaft into his tight ass. ‘Come on, bitch. You haven’t even taken half my shaftyet. Keep fucking yourself, faggot!’ My yell echoed through the room as the boy kept backing his ass up towards me. Amidst the groans and girly screams, he finally took every last inch. I could feel my low-hanging nuts being pressed tightly. *On the second day of Christmas my true love sent to meTwo Gucci purses. *The purses were certainly well made, and that label meant theywere definitely pricey, but as a guy I couldn't tell whetheror not they were stylish. It was kinda strange that Katya wassending me presents clearly meant for herself, but then againeach new delivery only served to remind me of the how much I waslooking forward to her return. *On the third day of Christmas.