" Jenny was wearing blue jeans."Go back to your apartment and change into a dress." And what gives you the right to order me around?" Jenny was gettin... kind of pissed with his attitude. Instead of answering her Marcus started staring off into space like he'd done outside. Fine! Be that way! The teenager stamped her foot and strode out the door.Jenny was alone when she returned to her apartment. Her mother was at work and her grandmother was off visiting some friends. She flipped on the. Other times she'd wear the strap-on on her mouthand fuck my face while I was doing the same with my penis in her vagina.We gave "69" a lot of new meanings, along with almost every number fromzero to one hundred. Life was good and we were rekindling the kinkysparkle that was inside us when we met. We also understood some morethings about my new gifts. For example my ass was always ready for sexand always clean, inside and out.I had a look at the ticket that she bought for the event and noticed. I couldn’t get used to the cars speeding by.The distances between the studio apartment building, and other places I needed to go was pretty far. I was in good shape, but it was still quite a distance to the nearest grocery store. Especially with a couple of grocery bags to lug home.The idea of getting a car was scary as hell. I know most cons dream of driving places, but I didn’t. I knew that at almost fifty years old, I was too old to be think of any drastic changes. Those kinds of changes. We were by the side of the road stroking each other with the directional light still blinking. “For chrissake Joe, pull off into the sage brush over there,” Kirby whispered. Joe slammed the truck back into gear. But in so doing he popped the clutch and I lurched forward still grasping their cocks. “Ooooh shit!” Kirby muttered as the truck came to a sudden stop. “I thought he was going to rip it off.” “Suck it for him, Michael, it’ll shut him up.” Down I went. His pecker was smaller, just.