.. Yeah... That's it, stroke my cock some more..."I did as he commanded pulling my hand back towards me again slowly as I watched his foreskin coverin... most of his thick pink cock head. I continued to observe the thick bead of his precum which was still growing at the very tip as I moved my hand back, all the way down the length of his extended shaft. I watched the thick bead begin to drip downwards as gravity played its part and it turned into a gooey string hanging from his precum dripping. “Oh yes, shopping,” Dad said, looking at me, he seemed angry and a bit upset with me going out. We had intentions of spending this whole day by making each other cum again and again, but now Jennifer was stealing me from my dad for the day. “Here you go, have fun,” Dad said, giving me some cash. I really didn’t want to go, I just wanted to go on my knees and suck my dad, but I had to. We went out, and bought many things including some new lacy panties and bra, along with new shades of nail. " Cool! I'm there."During the first week back there was a big game between our school and Ohio State, and afterwards I met up with Shelly as she was just leaving the field and on her way into the girls' locker room, while the rest of her teammates assembled around their net at the home teams's end.Shelly had played a great game and had brought her team to victory by scoring three goals herself, and while she has always been a force to be reckoned with on the field, today she demonstrated a new. Unless you are deaf, of course.There was a thirty-year-old guy standing at the left urinal, so I stood beside him at the right urinal. After unzipping and pulling out my cock, I glanced over at his cock. He wasn’t pissing. He was slowly stroking his semi-hard erection. As I pissed, he got bigger and harder. He’d alternate between slow strokes and faster ones.I reached my left hand out and asked, “May I help?”“I got this,” he replied.He stroked some more, fast then slow, delaying his.