"Miss Cross, Jennifer. Good. Yourself?" I said. So far I hadn't embarrassed myself."Fine. Got a couple of things you might could help me with," she sa...d. I nodded my willingness to be her slave—well, to help her.She led me over to where she'd parked her canary yellow Corvette. "Wow!" I said. "That your ride?" She smiled."Yes, yes it is," she said. "Need an oil change and maybe a tune up. My dad said I needed a tune up too." Okay, no problem," I said. "If you can come back at closing, I'll have. Besides, there is no one else around here that you will have a better chance with.” He grabs her hand, taking it to press it up against his gnarly cock.Penelope is shocked to feel how large it is. When she saw it swinging between his legs when he first approached she didn’t really think much about it. His looks—the ugliness of his face, the large pot belly and skinny legs—had her distracted. But now, the size and irregular shape of it plants the seeds of lust in the back of her mind. Even so,. Dazedly she began playing with his prick, squeezing it and fondling it. It was so soft, yet at the same time so incredibly hard! The hole at the tip leaked hot sticky cream onto her fingers. Taimur’s nostrils flared as he watched her, and his cock made lusty lurches and twitches. Then he gently moved her hand away and lay down on top of her, sinking between her thighs.“I’m gonna get you off again,” he told her, “but this time I’m gonna use my cock, baby. You’re gonna love this!”Fatima felt his. As I pulled back Tom said, "That was wonderful! Now let me return the favor." I smiled, knowing from experience what was coming. He quickly released the fastenings on my own jeans and soon these were around my ankles as his mouth sought the sensitive places between my thighs and in another few minutes I joined him in release, flooding his face and filling the evening around us with small cries and moans.When we had calmed slightly we rolled to face each other and Tom pulled the edge of the.