”Mike didn’t seem to know how to respond to that. As I watched him, I could see his eyes glued to my cock, I saw him lick his lips. The devil in m... decided to push things even more,“Mate, are you getting a hard on looking at my dick?” Mike nodded. “Well then,” I continued, “show me. I want to see what looking at my dick does to you.”He stood and stripped. Boy was he hard, and it was kind of turning me on knowing I was having this effect on my best friend. He sat back down next to me and his leg. All in all, the beast would be an invaluable asset in his search for his missing co-pilot. After all, it was easier to ride than walk, not to mention the greater distances he could put behind him in a day. But on the other hand, if the ride was going to emasculate him, there was little purpose in continuing the ordeal.Tossing the empty shells from his bands, Ponkert watched them bounce on the ground. Still perplexed, he pulled another from the tree and smashed it against the trunk. The. And, if you are the man who lights my fire, I will be the wildest, hottest slut whoever lived.”It was that classy, cool, princess-like demeanor with the promise of a hot, slutty wild woman underneath which made men quiver with desire. I know I quivered.Rebecca, Andy and I went to dinner at San Francisco’s finest restaurant. Both of the women wore black, floor length, form fitting cocktail dresses. Andy’s dress had a high, square neck in front and was backless. Rebecca’s dress had spaghetti. "You weren't in the bedroom when I was using themwere you?" Of course I was, Babe," she said, in her irritatingly lightheartedtone. "I'm the one you were using for target practice." No, no, that's impossible," Mick said, as his head began to swim. "Howcould you be that, that thing."The woman neatly crushed out her cigarette in an ashtray and placed herbeer can in a coaster. Then she stood up. She was at least six feettall and built like an Amazon. She walked toward Mick and grinnedbroadly. It.