I knew then even while she was just babbling away, lewd thoughts of our sex occupied her mind. I arose and walked over to stand before her with my pr...ck now “tent poling” the front of my sweats, she reached out and touched it and sighed and somehow wiggled her hips, then she smiled, shook her head slowly and pulled her blanket up over her head. She was being playful. I responded by dropping to my knees, lifting the blanket up at her feet and crawling up under it, breathing my hot breath on. She said, "Cecil, this is the way all women want to feel when they fuck, but guys are usually on top of them or holding them down or something."''But, I thought you weren't going to fuck me?''"I'm not, not today anyway, Sylvia, though my dick is just screaming for it, Sylvia. Touch me, feel how hard I am.''When it comes to sex and cocks, I don't care about long, If I like the guy, any size or shape will do, but when I am rubbing one off, and I think about what is sliding in my puss, it's hard. I need it in my hands before five today.“Wonderful! Now one last thing... do you still have the weapon you used the other night?“You do. Good! It is time for it to be dumped. I want it placed in the trunk of a black Lexus belonging to Bob Anderson. It has to be tonight. Can I trust you to do that? You’ll make sure that it is completely cleaned and wiped of any fingerprints. Make sure that the magazine has one less bullet than it normally holds and that the bullets are also wiped. The car must. Her hand wrapped around my cock. She began to rub it and run water over my shaft. I felt her grip tighten and beginning to stroke. Water still running down me, my palms spread wide on the tile, a small glim of sweat began to build upon my brow, and before I knew it her middle finger slid down my shaft and up to the cusp of my head. I let out a loud moan as thick white cum shot out of my cock and onto the shower floor. The water hitting the floor started to wash some of it down the drain. Her.