. how the hell did... ?" You have a good chance of reaching him, I imagine he keeps it with him all the time." And how the flying fuck would you know ...hat?" Because right now he's a trucker. He drives those big eighteen wheel rigs pretty much across the country. He's always on the move, so it makes sense he'd keep it with him. If you catch him while he's driving, he might have to call you back, but--" This can't be his fucking phone number!" Richie shouted.Jason gave his friend a nonplussed. Her unexpected lover wasn’t an expert but she didn’t have to be, she was so hot. Frankie was already getting there.Leslie transferred more of her brother’s cum from the vial to her fingers to the young girl’s possibly fertile insides. When it was all gone she grabbed Frankie’s buttocks and pulled her pussy hard against her mouth, making sure to flick her clit as much as possible. That did the trick.“Uhnn! Uhhh!” Frankie came hard, her teenaged reproductive system pulling the stealthily. "You know, there's an urban myth about a man's cock and his shoe size. They say there's a correlation between the two, whoever 'they' is." A puzzled look spread over Jeremy's face."What's a correlation," he asked. Obviously, he wasn't hitting his dictionary very often."A correlation is a relation, a connection. The myth states that the bigger the shoes, the bigger the cock. I don't know if it's actually true, but that's what I've heard."Jeremy sat thinking for a moment and then stood up to. “Drinks are here,” I called. James, still feeling a bit uncomfortable swam up first, then Tom. Tom looked up at me as he grabbed for his drink and gave me a wink. He barely had a sip before he suddenly went under the water, drink and all. He came back up suddenly coughing and clutching at the side. mother popped up a few feet behind him holding his trunks up with one hand, laughing triumphantly.Tom just laughed, “Get me another will ya’, buddy?” And pulled himself out of the water to sit at the.