I laid back and felt him playing around in my wetness. As I got close to Cumin he pulled my face his way and silenced it between his lips. Made me cra...y! Sucking on his tongue, I felt him pull me over on top of him. Rubbing my wetness against the roughness of his jeans. I felt my dress being pulled down as my boobs appeared. Sucking on my firm nipples, I felt and heard him growl. Reaching down I undid the pants, and reached in pulling out the fattest cock that I had ever seen. Sliding down on. We had covered about ten miles when I heard a honking horn and I looked to my left to see a car full of Latinos cruising alongside us. The one on the front seat passenger side was making 'roll down your window' motions and thinking that he was going to yell at me that my tail lights weren't working or something like that I rolled the window down."Hey man" he hollered over at me, "Can we be next? We can show her a good time. How about it baby, want to swallow some hot Mexican salsa?"There was a. I was once young, hung and good looking. It must have been in 1959 or '60 that I set out from the San Francisco Bay area to Mexico on my old Harley Davidson motorcycle.The Harley broke down on the Santa Monica Pier and I was too broke to buy the parts to fix it. I was befriended by John and Anna, who owned the Venice West Cafe. They fed me delicious hamburgers and all the coffee I could drink.While hanging out there, I attracted the attention of a very nice older man. He wasn't all that old,. Still looking up at me, Amelia slowly parted her lips with her tongue and circled the head as pre-cum began draining out. Tasting a slight bit of this, she eagerly wrapped her lips around the head of my cock while she massaged the tip with her tongue. After tilting my head back and closing my eyes, Amelia began to pick up intensity and began stroking my cock, slowly at first before speeding up as she pushed my cock deeper into her warm mouth, her spit now lubing her strokes. With the increase.