With the same fucking hand. The only thing I could think to myself at that moment was, fuck me, I'm about to be killed by a pistol ninja."Don't just s...and there with your thumb up your ass, kid; bring me a beer." His words breaking my trance as he turned to go into his room.Without any hesitation, I put the six-pack on the counter, pulling out a single beer, and made my way after him. I was not prepared for what I was to see next.I turned the corner and went into the room. There stood a man. For the most part, I would just admire her laundry hung up in the yard, mostly her bra which were hung up. I never really got to see her panties until one evening it was late out and she had left her garage door open. In the garage, there was a laundry basket and in the basket was a few clean, small, white panties. Not terribly interesting, and I didn't take them. I was also scared out of my wits about getting caught skulking around like a creep. Not long after that I had noticed that these. Well I can really see the muscle you've been putting on and I must say, I really want to see them in the bedroom," she purred as she leaned down while unzipping his pants."Right now? Are you sure? I haven't showered yet and I'm all sweaty." What girl wouldn't want to jump her man when he's literally dripping with testosterone?"Jason smiled and fought to keep from looking down. Maneuvering the Portland streets, he squirmed in his seat as Christi's hand drew his manhood from his pants and stroked. I moved up to the driver’s area and waved them up to stand behind me as I sat down in the driver’s seat. I explained what I could about driving, steering, the gas pedal, the brake, and the gear shift. When I was done with that, I reminded them that nothing could happen until the engine was on, and then I started the engine. After a few moments, I turned off the engine, and looked over at them. They were all standing with shocked looks on their faces.I had them all sit down at the table, as I.