The friend then pulled her hand away and left me with her friends coat to keep rubbing myself against,a part of the coats material made a kind of circ...e around my cock and held me as I loved the sensation of the fabric rubbing me,making me so fucking hard it hurt,then I could feel it,my balls tightened,my cock swelled and holy fuck man my spunk just erupted from me,there was an actual splat sound as it shot out,but the lady didn’t move,just kept talking as my spunk flowed from me,it felt like a. I thought to myself that if I was a chick I would not want to go down on some smelly, nasty, un-kept mess so I make sure it is pleasant for her if that does happen. Feeling good about my sack, I toweled off and got dressed. I grabbed my phone and noticed a text message from Laura. I guess I did not hear the phone go off while I was in the shower. It read, I cant wait any longer, please come over now. I am on my way I texted back. Outside her house I sat in the truck for a few minutes preparing. So I replied, “Okay, Frank, this is a little embarrassing for me, but we can go back to the motel and try it to see if I still get the same thrill from doing it. And if it’s good for both of us, we can go from there.”We stayed and talked at the bar for a little longer to make sure that Frank was sober enough to drive, and we arrived back at the motel in his room at about 10:00 pm. It was a little uncomfortable looking at each other trying to decide how we would start, and finally Frank said,. "As she answered part of his unasked question, Jim remembered his now shriveled cock. He was unsure if he should now make some attempt to cover it or just ignore it. Since Christine hadn't mentioned it, he finally figured that drawing attention to it might not be a good thing to do."I just mentioned that because I want you to know that I wasn't a slut back then," she went on. "Just as I'm in no way a slut now." Why would I think she was a slut now?" Jim thought. After all, he was the one who.