I put my hand on his cock over his pants and began to stroke it up and down. I could feel him pulsate through his jeans. Rod stood up and I leaned for...ard unsnapping his button. As I tugged at his jeans revealing a big, thick cock that was staring at me. I opened my mouth and pulled his jeans toward me and sucked on his manhood. Rod leaned over even further and began to fuck my mouth, trying to shove it all the way in. He pinned my arms down with his legs, so I was his little cock slut. After. Due to her absentee mother's questionable liaisons, the young Vietnamese girl became known in the area as "Frenchie, the V.C. girl"Poor Frenchie at the tender age of 13 had never seen a real live Communist. At least, she didn't think she did. She was devious enough to surmise several of her most vocal critics were a little too vehement in their denunciations. Her suspicions were sufficiently aroused to sense an ulterior motive to their repeated accusations and protestations of their own loyalty. Pulling his dick out of my mouth and pressing it to his belly he pushes my face down to his balls."That's it, boy, lick your daddy's balls, suck on them really good."I couldn't believe this was happening and somehow, perhaps being grateful for not having his dick in my throat choking me out, I licked and sucked on his balls like it was my only purpose in life. He seemed to enjoy it because he was soon pushing his now rock hard cock back on my mouth, smacking it into my lips until I opened up. At five feet eleven he was built like a sailor, lean muscle mass, fine features, dark serious eyes beneath messy dark blond hair. He smiled at his reflection showing perfect white teeth that made many a woman swoon. He turned away and headed down the street.James had chosen a specific dress code, it was subtle and yet at the same time intimidating. He reflected the culture and idiosyncrasies of the time. He wore boots that had knives in them, in the soles of the boots as well. He had dark.