"Hold on close boy!" I ordered. As I put his hand into my leather jacket. Dillon was shaking. He could not believe he sat on the back of my bike. And ...uch less he was told to touch my body. He heard me speak on the headset I had built into my helmets: "What's your address, Dillon. I'll drop you off at your front door. Or do you want to come by my place first? I'll let you look at my cock again ... " I said jokingly and laughed hard. We drove off, and I waved at a couple of mates. They were. I like the fantasy sucking a line of dicks after that day and could not get enough of it. Having a fantasy where I am sucking cocks and being fucked over again by a group of guys turns me on until my hard dick is aching to be touch. After fantasizing about that, I have to find a good gay porn movie where a straight guy is tricked into having gay sex. Then I jerk myself off until my cum is covering my belly. On a good night, I will do this two to three times before falling to sleep. Now, how did. The apartment that we'd had in Houston didn't allow pets and having a house meant that Steph could now have a dog. Now, I don't dislike dogs, I just don't want one. Cats are fine because they don't require much in the way of care. Keep the food dish full, the water dish full and the litter box clean and a cat will take care of itself. The same thing can't be said for a dog. Dogs have to be walked, taken outside three or four times a day so they can dump in the yard, which eventually you will. When it popped he turned his head and his eyes landed straight on my pussy. Wanting to yell but unable to Mr. H swallowed hard and turned back to the board forcing him to teach the planned lesson. That was easily said than done. He kept glancing in my direction watching me sit in the front row playing with my hot pussy making it wetter. Just short of cumming on myself I stopped but the teasing continued. Tantalizingly I sucked on my ink pen. Slowly I swirled my tongue around it before sticking.