When he didn't I got more aggressive than usual for me and walked over to his truck.He said hello but kept jacking stopping only when I reached over t... take wrap my hand around his cock. His cock wasn't real long but the head was big. Looking that close turned me on a lot and I leaned over to suck.With little more than the head in my mouth I concentrated on using my tongue. As I felt him get harder my sucking included more of the shaft until I had it all inside. At that point he held my head. ”“But what’s the point?”“Good question. Maybe you should ask Matt. Seriously, though, some of these weirdoes ask him for personalized photos.”“I see.” Actually, I didn’t see. I was too busy watching the rest of the slideshow for Betty’s words to sink in. “Oh, is that the end?” I asked as the slideshow finished. Betty laughed. “That was just one folder. There are dozens more. But if you’ve seen one photo of Matt’s dick, you’ve seen them all. Do you really want more?”“Well, perhaps not. But do. Judging from her reaction, she must like that a lot, too. That's probably why she keeps one hand on her nips, alternating between them and squeezing each one in turn. The other hand, though, that travels down again to her pussy. It's already gotten a bit red and puffy, this must really be turning her on!But she only gives a few rubs to her bald snatch (and a throaty moan - no gag this time!) before she grabs a small pink vibrator and a large red candle from a drawer in her night stand. Wow, she. His slight pot belly went up and down as he inhaled and exhaled air. His thick, hairy thighs were covered with sun tan lotion. He put both of his arms behind his head and revealed his bushy armpits. I finally saw his big, suck-able cock hanging between his legs. I always knew Señor had a huge cock because he always had a huge bulge in Spanish class and ground his half chub against his podium. The dream changed to everyone leaving a couple of blocks down, all except Mr. Smith. I sneaked back up.