” “Tell me what you see.” “You have an older black man here in your office. He’sjust standing there, without anything on... His cockseems to be quite large and I can see that he’s uncut,like me.” “Good. Now then, John, tell me what you’d like to donext.” “I want to put my hands on that cock and suck on ituntil he shoots his load into my mouth.” “Are you sure that’s what you really want to do?”. Sure enough—just as her knees began to scream from her squatted position—she heard the shunk of a beer bottle as its cap twisted off. Why didn’t she think of that? Sure she was underage, but she was eighteen. She could drink if she wanted to.Ehma waited until his steps padded away and then ejected herself from the bushes. The immediate guilt of not saying thank you edged into her mind. Days passed. She continued to watch, waiting for another opportunity to thank him. It never came.Once—on a bad. Anyway, we had them over to our house for a cook out and the subject matter turned to sex. Becky, being half drunk, said that Sophie had told her that I liked to eat creampies and that I had a big amount of cream I could put in the pie. I told Becky I did and there was only one way to find out how much cream I had for the pie. We all laughed and continued to eat. Later, while I was cleaning up the grill, Gary came out with two beers and we started to bull shit. He asked me if I really did eat. The orgasm slammed into me. My hand shot up and down my cock in a blur. The washcloth hit the sidewalk with a wet splat. My cockhead shone in the sun. The hole in the end swelled open and I could see down inside. My jizz pulsed and shot up the length of my erection, shooting straight out the end. The first blast smacked me in the mouth, surprising me. The second squirted in a long, slow arc up into the air, followed by another and another. I was a geyser, squirting white juice. "Yeah!" I heard.