There was absolutely no way she couldn't tell that I was fully aroused. She grinded on me for a minute until I grabbed her and turned her around. At t...is time I could make out the outlines of her nipples through her shirt. I pulled Pammy close and went for it, I kissed her right on the lips. She didn't move away and actually kissed me back. Soon our tongues were exploring each other's and my hands found their way to her ass. The song ended and we went and sat down in the corner booth. I wasn't. For some reason my dick was so hard it hurt as it strained against my pants.Tom put some more tokens in then leaned over and asked, can I see it. I didn't know what to say or do. I don't know why, but I moved my arm out of his way. Reaching his other hand over he unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper. Pushing my pants open the stress on my dick lifted. Raising my shirt, his hand made me feel funny as he slid it across my stomach then under the waistband of my underwear.His hand felt. ”She agreed and then rolled me onto my back and started kissing her way down my chest. She wrapped her right hand around my dick and said, “I’ve heard a lot of talk about blow jobs, but I have no experience with doing it. I’ll happily listen to any advice you might have.”I told her, “Well, I hope it won’t shock you, but I have zero experience in giving blow jobs.”She chuckled and said, “Are you sure you want to be making jokes while I have this in my hands? I really want to hear your thoughts. After getting over the initial shock of finding your manhood replaced by a hole beneath a patch of fiery orange hair, you are now standing in front of your mirror, dumbfoundedly taking stock of the situation. While there's a little more room in the crotch of your boxer briefs, they look and feel ready to burst at the seams. The same can be said about your tank top, which is straining against a pair of giant, heaving tits. Your tits. Turning around and cocking your head back, you confirm what.