.. GF: Sure.TC: I'm joking of course.TC: Wait, did you just agree?!?!GF: Yes.TC: You realize I just asked you for a hand job?GF: Yes.TC: God. Now I'm ...eat red and my heart is pounding.GF: lolGF: I win!After logging off, Tom couldn't get the exchange out of his head. She couldn't be serious could she? It wasn't as if he really needed someone to jerk him off - his left hand was perfectly OK; plus, he has an assortment of toys to get himself off with.The problem was that Tom and Gayle were "just. Her eyebrows moved. "Matching? Remember?" Matching what?" I asked, fondling a foot. Oh! Really? "No shoes?" I asked.Cassie grinned. "Yup." Matching?" I asked.Her grin broadened. "Uh-huh."Suddenly I noticed a lack of a bra strap, too. Yet her petite boobs were so firm they still mounded her T-shirt as if supported by a bra. My penis woke up. "No shoes, no..." That's right, Bucko."My hand caressed a slender leg over her sweats, rising to her knee while I tried to distract her by massaging a foot.. This was totally unexpected coming from girl side which was generally from boys side. I thought I will leave her t her parents and return home.Me- I will drop you and return. She- I am saying to stay.Me- it is not appropriate ..We both know where it will end.She- ya I know…. And I am ready for it. I made a tough decision as this will lead to never returning end. Once a girl submits its now a boy responsibility to take care of her forever and I was ready for her. Me- let’s go!While driving I was. Both at the same time. Our dicks are right against each other. Our poles slip and slide and rub all over each other as you slowly wank us. The sensitive area under my head is mashed together with his. It's almost like our cock heads are kissing.You bring your face down to us. Mouth open wide, you start to try to cram us in. It's a tight fit but you manage to get your tongue pushed down far enough between our heads to separate them and brush that sensitive under head spot. Your a skilled.