I waited for the finger clip, but Daisy shook her head. “Other hand” she mumbled. I provided said hand. As the machine did its thing, Daisy sudden...y stepped forwards, making sure my hand slid between her legs, to rest in the gusset of her black sports trousers. “Mmmm. Your gonna raise my blood pressure” I whispered, and curled my hand slightly, the fingers pressing against her covered pussy. “mmmm hmmm” she replied her mouth clamped shut against the ministrations of my hand. A few seconds later. Two were city police cars, one was state boy, and the other was a sheriff. Not one of them stopped to help. After awhile a nice, black man came up and offered to push me off the road. I thanked him and left it parked there. There was a gas station just across a side street so I called Brian and told him what happened and asked if I could take him up on his offer. He came and picked me up. They were so sweet. They welcomed me to their bed, said there was room for all of us and I was beyond. It really looked like a real cock. It was spongy yet firm. It was beautifully crafted with a nice mushroom head. I washed it with warm water and soap. While I was just stroking it, my cock was semi hard. After I cleaned it, I kissed and licked it. Then I sucked on it and I was getting so aroused. My phone then rang and my friend was in the lobby. I told her I would come downstairs to get her. She and I have played a number of times together, but we’ve never fucked. We just masturbate for each. She dropped her hand to my bulge and gently squeezed. "It looks like brother needs a helping hand again," she said."Oh, God, do I ever!" I whispered. She took my hand and led me up to my room. There, in the just the light from the street, she stripped me and started working on my cock, giving me a glorious hand-job. I opened my eyes and looked down. I saw her hand working on my cock, and then I saw her other hand. It was buried between her own legs, working away in the recesses hidden there. I.