Her eyes remained focussed on the screen as she gripped my clitty-cock tightly. Her other hand slowly “wanked” her gorgeous plastic cock, occasio...ally pulling it back and forth so that the other end dragged roughly against her cunt.“Oh fuck, oh fuck, I fuck, I fucking love it! Filthy bitch, you dirty cunt,” she panted as she glared briefly at my grotesquely overstretched clitty-cock. Her body rocked violently before she suddenly bolted and twisted as her first orgasm erupted. Releasing her. Tanks. The latest Automobiles. Oh how I fell in love with the Pontiac GTO that year. I received the model at Christmas. I was great with glue. I had learned to use as little as needed and thus had less of a mess. Painting. Well, that was another story. But eventually I learned not to put it on so thick. LOL.School. Friends. Playing outdoors until nearly dark. It was a wonderful year.A young child's carefree existance.The storm was coming. It was brewing in our home. Glimpses of arguments.. True, all the women there were married and they had their husbands with them, but once the booze started flowing who was with whom didn't seem to matter, though not having a partner of my own meant I was the so called 'spare'. Anyway, I was having fun and that was all that mattered, especially as the music changed to slow stuff that meant I could get closer to my partners, something I was all for.I was looking forward to dancing close to one woman or another for the rest of the night when. So...hot. When Melissa looked down, I took the opportunity to grab her tank top and pull it off. Her sweet tits were bouncing with her lap dance. Song change... "Drop it like its hot" Melissa stood and as she did, some precum dribbled out of Hasan's cock. She turned toward him and looked at me over her shoulder. She slid her shorts down her legs and threw them to me. The crotch was soaking wet. She turned back to Hasan and stroked his dick, spreading the precum all over. I thought for sure this.