After driving a while, I started thinking about a nearby sex store that was open 24 hours. I started thinking about how my magazine collection was get...ing a little old, so I thought I'd go get one or two. Even though this store was clean and respectable, I always got a little nervous about going in. What if I ran into someone I know? What if my hard-on gets too obvious? But the reward is worth the petty risks.I walked in and noticed two or three other people milling around. I looked at some of. I could feel her large breast squashed against my chest, her hard nipples rubbing against it. Her crotch was moving seductively against mine and I could feel blood running into my limp penis, swelling it. Sensing my erection, she pressed herself closer to me and I could feel the heat emancipating from her crotch. My hands went down her back and I cupped her ass cheeks, pulling her closer to me as I responded to her movements.………………………………………………………………………………………………His hard cock was pressing against. Got damn daddy do that shit, that's what I'm talking about, are the words that you're moaning in my ear. Sweating from the work and poor ventilation a bell sounds signaling us of a stop, the 3rd light lights up. Still inside you we stop while the door opens. An elderly couple greets us as they enter the elevator. Pushing the 7th floor button good evening says the man, (thinking to myself if you only knew) turning back around to await their floor, you start to grind slowly on my dick. Trying. It was also a land noted for its number of highwaymen, chief among which was Dick Turpin from whom nobody who travelled the highways and byways of that green and not-so-pleasant land was safe.But there was another Dick roaming the countryside at the same time, a highwayman of equally villainous proportions who has not gone down in folklore as his contemporary Mr. Turpin has, even though they shared the same Christian name. Dick McCabe, known by all those whose path he crossed as Big Dick and.