He said "Black jag." Now, I'm not a car person. In fact, I'm not even very materialistic, but I was pretty sure at that point that a circus clown woul...n't be driving a jag. The car was obvious. His windows were down. I walked up, leaned over and then nearly fell down. He was a circus clown. I'm kidding. He was a very sexy man. He had this wonderful face, with clear blue eyes that I wanted to jump into. He looked broad and strong. He is the kind of man that upon passing him on the street I would. Bending my head sideways was giving me a crick in the neck, so I stood up and bent over, taking the monster back between my slippery lips.Of course, in this position, my companion could not get to my prick easily, but he had free access to my balls and arse and I soon felt a warm wet sensation and realised that he was probing my virgin arse with his tongue. He licked all around my balls and arse and tried to poke his tongue into my puckered anus. It felt superb and I didn’t want him to stop,. Troy slipped the dress from the hangar and unzipped the back.He was now fully erect, his cock demanding attention, but he knew that this would probably be his only chance and fought down the desire to release his erection and stroke himself to explosive discharge.Lowering the skirt to the floor, he stepped into the ring of white silk and lace. Gradually, bit by bit, Troy pulled the dress up his legs. The feeling of the material against his stocking clad legs was almost enough to make him orgasm. He positioned two media chairs in front of the 60” smart tv, angled to provide a perfect view of not only the on screen action, but to each other’s activities. While he grabbed us a couple fresh beers, I selected a cockring and put it on. A neoprene ring that could either just encircle my balls or stretch to capture both my cock and sack. I stretched it around just my balls and pulled them downward allowing the ring to gently squeeze the ball skin just below my now fully erect cock, trapping my.