My apologies to all of you who wrote, (some angrily, some pleadingly), wanting to know when the story would be finished. It’s way, way too late, but...real life intervened, (earning a living, fending off nymphomaniacs, stuff like that), and then I was busy with ‘Roomers’, and the selfish anti-hero of that short series, Doug, refused to let me go till I’d finished his confessions. Better not to offend someone with his unpredictable talent. Please remember to vote. I respond to non-anonymous. "Of course." Caroline's blunt response gave vent to her exasperation with what she saw as Isobel's unnecessary questions."And there also need to be 'adequate individual restraint facilities'. We have to check for those as well." I think you'll find," Caroline responded, trying to keep her irritation in check, "that the arrangements meet the agency's requirements." I'm sure. Perhaps you could show me the overnight arrangements." Isobel knew this was the most important part of the inspection.. I took his long rod into my right hand as it poked up between my thighs and wanked his helmet. Instantly and it surprised me for without warning a shot of creamy spunk exploded into the air!!! His cock slit made a soft skwak noise, then up shot a small glass full of his manhood.It went up very high then fell softly all over my bare legs running down them making me tickle as it cooled and went more fluid.The smell was lovely in the car a smell of a real man. Again Mick noticing the musky small. I am 6'4", 200 pounds, muscular and have a very large cock - or so I've been told. In no time, I was stroking my thick shaft, when suddenly, the guy who let me use the booth, walked in on me. Now, under ordinary circumstances, I would have covered up and been embarrassed. But, for some reason, today I wasn't. I just stood there - cock at attention - staring at this complete stranger. His eyes opened wide as he just stared at my big cock. I have to admit, it was harder and larger than I.