As if imitation weren't the sincerest form offlattery! Eventually though, it did seem the right thing for me toforce the revelation, to bring Jerri o...t into the open so to speak. So he'd understand that I love all of him regardless of the partsthat embarrass him.So I did bring Jerri out, and after that things got to be reallyfun! I picked a good time. The mood was just right. We weredriving home from Jenna and Scott Cartwright's -- we'd met them atan art gallery opening and they'd invited. He reached down and brought his hand up under her dress and easily found her wet and slippery slit. He also found that she had completely shaved her pussy. His cock began to stir in his shorts again. He drove two fingers into her opening and she let out a low moan. She reached down and rubbed his cock outside of his shorts. She could feel the head of it begin to thicken under her hand. Soon they were at the end of the tunnel and had to climb the steps to the main terminal. The terminal was. The night went on and the Coach seemed to be getting progressively more drunk, yet I hadn't seen him drink more than 1 or 2 beers. When the party had ended the Coach was still there talking to my parents and saying goodbye. Before he was about to leave my dad said "Jack are you sure you're okay to drive home? Why don't you let Mark drive you and he'll bring your truck back tomorrow morning"My dad had volunteered me to drive my drunk Coach home. The Coach handed me his keys and we headed. We roll slightly so you're on your back, me with a leg hooked between yours. We kiss as you slide my hand down your chest to wrap my fingers around your hard cock, I love the feel of it, pulsing in my hand. I run my hand along it slowly, building the tension because I know you want me, I squeeze you tightly as I start to wank you faster and I hear you groan in appriciation. You moan that you want to fuck me, but I whisper into your ear that I want you in my mouth. Your cock twitches in my hand.