I reached down to zip my pants,but she stopped me. While I was helping her into the truck she turned towards me and spread her legs showing her beauti...ul camel toe that had become more pronounced by the wet spot that had formed. I bent slightly forward and took in a deep breath and the smell of fresh lady juice filled my head with visions of what was to come. During the 10 minute drive to the cafe,she reached over and lightly stroked my cocktail that was still sticking straight out of my. Even though it had made me hard as a rock it had also incensed me. I yelled out at them all. "What the fuck is going on?" I never saw so many shrinking dicks before. They all pulled out of whatever hole they were in and ran over to their clothes piled on a recliner. I've never seen such fear in so many faces. "Get the fuck out of here." And they did. They were athletes and it showed. They were gone in ten seconds. Little Leslie was laying in a pool of come. And I've never seen her so sad. I had the usual stash of magazines that I wanked over most days. For some unknown reason I also got turned on by the fashions of the day, women in long skirts and rounded collar blouses with platform sole shoes and boots. As it was the seventies men's fashions were similar and my Mother had bought me a new "Sunday Best" outfit consisting of a green rounded collar shirt, black wide flared trousers and a a pair of black platform Chelsea boots. I pretended not to really like them, and I tended to. He kept at it, enjoying the feelingsof raw pleasure that washed through him, and went off again, with anotherexplosion of pleasure. Then he tried putting the vibrator inside of him, pushing it slowly in,thinking that it felt so weird having something go inside his body, butgood as well. He kept this up for a bit longer, and then stopped, and layon the bed, just enjoying the pleasure spread throughout his body. He lay there for half an hour before deciding to get up and get dressedagain. He.