His rod stands at full attention.“Oh my! No underwear for you either?” Kathy asks, reaching her hand over to Luke’s side to grab hold of his sh...ft.“Absolutely not grandma! If you’re not wearing any panties, I’m going commando!”Kathy laughs, slowly stroking her grandson’s rod. His focus remains on the road. They pass through a tunnel in a town called Green River. They’re just under 300 miles away from their destination of Cheyenne for the night. Luke keeps his eyes on the road as his. Cindy was now about three inches taller than me andBrenda had me by at least six inches. To aid in the little girl lookthey had me tie my hair into loose pigtails with pink yarn. I think Ilooked pretty cute, but the other girls looked like they were in theirtwenties whereas I looked like I was twelve. While I didn't look at thecrowd of people, I could hear them talk and eat. I could smell the smokefrom the barbeque and it reminded me that I hadn't eaten sincebreakfast. Between the heat and my. I lay back and told her to go ahead. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my shaft and began to run her warm hand up and down its length.In a few short minutes, the tightening feeling began and i started to say something to her but she kept going. She then did something i had heard the older boys at school talk about. She leaned closer and put her mouth over my dick and began to suck on it. She raised up long enough to tell me that, no matter what happened, not to try to stop her.. “Pizza and tequila. Hmmm, think we’ve got a winner. Not bad, Chuck!” We quickly got ourselves comfortable before the fireplace. At first our conversations were light and easy, mostly about Tennis and little gossips about the other arrogant brutes at the club but as the night went and the tempo of the alcohol buzz in our heads increased, our conversations grew heavy with dirty insinuations. “Hey Chuck, tell me. How do you think I play?” “Hmm, I can’t decide between dirty and naughty.” “Oh.