A woman had answered the door and he'd followed her inside, and then I'd spent the last half hour crying in my car. Vic was cheating on me.I stared at...the mostly dark house and my imagination filled my head with ideas of what he must be doing inside. The house's garage was behind and to the side of the house, and the driveway ran right along that side. There was a dense hedge bordering the driveway, separating the house from the house next to it. There was a faint glow on the driveway, and the. "Mr. Titman loves all tits, regardless of size, color, nipple type, or religious affiliation. He has never met a tit he didn't like!" I have to believe that!" grinned Pam. "I've seen how you always try to look down women's tops every chance you get. You're such a lecher." Is that wrong? Should Mr. Titman not be doing that? When he stops, he'll be known as Mr. Deadman," I whined."Just try to not be too obvious, fella, and don't forget what tits own Titman's ass, and are the only tits Mr. Titman. She moved Her right big toe forward a little, and touched one of my balls applying a slight downward pressure, all the time closely watching the expression on my face as She slowly very slowly applied more downward pressure, the pain became excruciating I lost control and screamed stop.She smiled at me, immediately lifted Her foot, and placed it above my still rampant cock, pushed it all the way down to the carpet, where She proceeded to move Her lovely silky nylon clad foot backwards,. I wanted this to last as long as possible but knew it wasn’t going to. She gripped it and with my hand on hers, she moved up and down my length.“It’s big” she whispered. “My hand doesn’t fit. Where do we get lube?” my pre cum was dripping out but we needed something else.“Your mouth” I said. Her eyes got big and she stopped stroking me. I could sense she was scared. “No Em, spit, from your mouth. You can spit in your hand and use that. You don’t have to put it in your mouth, unless you want to..