She had allowed and passively encouraged my slide into cockdriven craving for an explosion of cum.She even had taken a short video of me wanking furio...sly in her passenger seat eyes rolling in humiliated submission as she smiled away, narrating her video with one solitary line..."Look at this little wanker"..God knows where it might end up.. i have my fears it will be on the screens of her friends and the stud she had been texting throughout our meeting."Sent" was all I had heard as my orgasm. ... I thought.... There were a few. Anyone who knows me knows I'm a Jimmy Reed fan. To me music is second only to sex, and not by much. I don't want to say I worship the man, that wouldn't be right. I mean, just because I think his birthday should be a national holiday and I think he should be the fourth person in the Blessed Trinity, does not mean I worship him, right? Anyway...I finally came up with a real fantasy. Yes, after all this time I did it. Humor me, alright? I know it is a bit. To have my own family that I loved. To raise a dozen beautiful children of my own. I wanted to be so in love that my heart overflowed love through my eyes. My heart would beat so fast that I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. And someone special would always be in my mind or I would be dreaming about him.That was my reality. I mean...my dreams.The first time I laid eyes on him it was hate at first sight.I was late picking up my mother because of the rain. That was one of the. Once she was seated Will straddled her lap and began to bump and grind, almost pushing his erection that was straining his zipper in her face.Stepping back he turned his back to her, shaking his ass at her, and then he started to slowly unzip his jeans. Turning back around, he grabbed his jeans on both sides and pulled, ripping them off and letting them drop to the stage in two pieces. This left him wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of underwear that barely was able to contain his.