So very quickly his lips and nose were buried in my full bush and my entire cock was inside his mouth with over half of it buried in his throat.I felt...his tongue caressing the underside of my cock, and his throat muscles massaging most of the shaft, and in one move he tightened his lips around the base of my cock then slowly slid his head back until the head of my cock popped out of his lips with a plopping sound and it was now damn near totally hard.Just then we both heard the door to the. My sweaty fingers typed hey on my greasy keyboard. I waited about thirty seconds, and I figured she wasnt going to message me back and as soon as I pressed minimize I heard a beeping noise. I clicked on her conversation, and I saw a hey with a smiley face next to it on the screen next to her screenname. I smiled, and typed in a reply, How have you been going?. We countinued on this common conversation, until she asked me a sort of serious question. How are you and Amanda doing?, she asked me. As I said before, I used to frequently visit their house just to get a glimpse of her, that day when I went to her place, it changed my life forever. I rang the doorbell, and she opened the door. She was in her nighty, but she did not wear anything inside, as the nighty was a bit transparent and I could see her curves. She told me to have a sit and she went to get a juice for me and a tea for herself. When she came back, we were chatting on general stuff, like she was asking me about my. On one side downstairs is a shop for all my tools including a woodworking bench and space large enough to work on something as big as a bookshelf or a couch. On the other side is my car garage (there is another four-car garage underneath the main house where we keep our daily drivers); I have two bays, one where I keep Candy in from the elements (I don't think her top has ever been up), and there's a shop-grade hydraulic lift in the other one.The Chevelle was on the lift, although I only had.