He had a little hair you could tell he had been shaved not long ago. After about 10 minutes he had gotten into a full stroke looking at me stroking m... cock and watching porn. He moaned just a little and then I seen him shoot his load. WHAT A FUCKING LOAD!!!! He shot onto the table in front of the couch and several thick ropes fell to the carpet. Within a few seconds of seeing his cum everywhere and dripping from his hand and cock I shot my load also on the table. We talked for a few. As my cum release diminished, the cream started to just flow from my slit, down my shaft, and onto my groin. Eventually my cum discharge ceased and my orgasmic sensations died away. Slowly all my feelings and senses returned to normality. As I recovered sensation, I realised that Mike was now masturbating his own cock due to the fact that I had lost the motion in the middle of my own orgasm. As he wanked away, his hand a blur on his meat, I sensed he was near to cumming. So I took control of. "Howdy, mam," the cow boy replied, he tipped the end of his brown cow boy hat a bit higher to acknowledge me."Where are you heading?" I asked. "Houston." Well, jump in. I can give you a ride to the bus station," I offered, generously."Well, thank you, mam," he said, gratefully, opening up the car door and stepped inside."I sure am grateful." No problem," I drove us back onto the road. "I'm Carol Lynn Pearce by the way." Mick Jones," he said, he quickly shook hands with me and his grip lingered. "Sometimes," said he, "in my voyages, when I was a man and commanded other men, I have seen the heavens overcast, the sea rage and foam, the storm arise, and, like a monstrous bird, beating the two horizons with its wings. Then I felt that my vessel was a vain refuge, that trembled and shook before the tempest. Soon the fury of the waves and the sight of the sharp rocks announced the approach of death, and death then terrified me, and I used all my skill and intelligence as a man and a sailor.