You’ve an office for work and it’s… cozy.”“Thank you. It was my mom’s; I took it over when she moved to Delaware.”“How did you get int... finance and helping people?”“You’ve probably heard of my cousin Paul Caruso. We were born two days apart, he’s the older. When he was eighteen, we won the state lottery. I’ve always been a whiz with numbers and such. Paul’s parents died eight months later. I explained how we could make money and help the people of the area. We each took some money from the pot,. .", the old man stopped, "Uh? I...I ain't done nuffin' wrong...I didn't know nuffin' 'bout this..." The man slowly placed his hands on his head as instructed and turned around to face 101. "Jesus H fuckin' Christ!", gasped 101! The old man drooled and smiled, his eyes glazed and pupils large, "Good, ain't it Miss, huh? I didn't...I didn't know it could feel so...good..."! The old man's semi erect penis jutted out in front of him, dripping precum slowly to the cobblestones. It was about 11" long. We used to wait until late hours of the night to masturbate until we both figured out the other was doing the exact same thing. We started masturbating in each other's presence without apprehension over time and it has proven to be quite a fine arrangement.One night Ryan brought home a really cute girl from a party who was clearly really horny. She was rubbing his thick cock through his jeans. They just walked in the room and sat down on Ryan's bed. She started to giggle, whispered to Ryan and. “Usually I come two or three times. I come thinking about you fucking me hard and telling me that if I don’t come, you’re going to stop fucking me and just jerk off on my face. That you won’t let me eat it.” “Do you ever imagine that happening,” he said, running his hand through her hair. “No,” she said. “I always come. And you always finish in my mouth. You always shoot in my mouth.” “Is it a lot?” “It’s always more than I can swallow,” she says. “I try, but it runs down my chin and drips onto.