At one point, she had opted for taking her leggings off and masturbating in the seat beside me. Pussy juices puddled in the floor mat and soaked the s...at.“Pull alongside this semi and honk the horn,” she said, moaning. “Hurry up! I’m about ready to squirt and I want him to see it!”I hit the gas and pulled up beside him. It was an older man, probably in his fifties, bald with a patchy beard. I honked the horn and he looked down. With her right leg draped out the window, he got a bird’s eye view. Her hand released them and slid over my bulge before she took it away."Now you can sweep the floor, but first... Fill me up," she said with a wicked grin on her face and her coffee mug out.I refilled her mug and handed it back before getting the broom and dustpan. I began sweeping."Turn around so I can watch your beautiful bum while you work," she teased, "like you watch me."Each time I glanced at her she either licked her lips, slowly, or pushed her arms together, making her tits bulge out.As. I have hit a mark that has amassed >20,000 reads. Even if i achieve an orgasm from 50% i have 10,000 beautiful explosions to be proud off. i can only imagine what that looks like in one volume!! OMG. Now i want to double that and see where i should go from here.Happy for suggestions too.Below are some of my stories – some real, some embelleished, and some I wish were real.Which of my stories do I need to do a follow-up story to produce the maximum amount of. Faggots were guys, weren't they, maybe with limp wrists and hystericalvoices, but they were never like Drew.Drew might not be a girl, but she wasn't a guy either, was she?Lucian rubbed the tips of his fingers together.There had been a knob in her crotch, a distinct nub. He had never felt agirl's clitoris, but he was sure it hadn't been that - and not a peniseither.He knew his own penis, didn't he? And he'd seen others' in schoolshowers - small ones and intimidating thick and long ones. He'd.