When I went to his house, he wouldn't let me go. He dragged me into the bedroom. My panty hose got down to my knees and he gave it to me. It wasn't an...thing I was into. It wasn't fun for me, but he sure taught me a lesson. It taught me not to tease men if I didn't mean it. Also, it taught me not to be such a shit towards people. Where did I get off thinking I was so much better than him? He was the same person whether he was a lead singer or not. It doesn't make any difference what people. He would soon have to go look at all the old cars and trucks. He was in the middle of a frame off restoration of a numbers matching true 1967 Chevelle Super Sport. In his spare time he was completing a dream he had when he was young. He had always wanted one of the SS's but had been too poor to get one when they were new. Now he could and by golly he did.After lunch Pete grabbed a beer and wandered off. He made a tour of the booths and then headed for the car show. He was almost through the. It knocked the wind out of my sails a bit but I did give him my number; I wanted to feel that enormous cock again and I just hoped he was joking about the wife part. That he was married suited me just fine, in fact, as it meant no commitment expectations. I liked fucking too much and a variety of fucks, at that. I was not a one man type of gal.I didn’t wait for his call or anything. Like I said, my sexual needs are always met. When I want sex, I find sex. I’m open to it and always seem to be. When her fingers reached the small depression under the head, she paused. She wanted to concentrate all of her sensations in that one spot, knowing it would drive him wild.Joan was right, Frank began to moan and he moved his hips forward toward her. She responded by moving her finger back slightly to just behind the head. She placed her finger between the pushed back foreskin and the ridge of the head and circled it around and around sending jolts of electricity through him.Then, taking her.