Not that I mind the Oscar Mayer classic beef franks from the store; it’s a way for me to support local businesses back home, and my girls enjoy them...too!”“Yeah, I love the food trucks too. It’s a struggle to show restraint sometimes, to keep it at ‘habit’ rather than ‘addiction’. What about the big one, Miss Wisconsin? Do you take ice cream or cheddar cheese with your apple pie?”She raised her eyebrows and chuckled. “How did you find that one out? It’s the ultimate secret test of our state. What looked even weirder to Roy was that his hair, was every color of the rainbow just like his wife had done to hers for the party, only his was sticking straight up. ‘What are you looking at, old man?’ asked the lad. ‘Are you going to a Halloween party?’ ‘No, this is the real me. This is how I feel on the inside. I want to project it to the whole world.’ Roy couldn’t help but stare. He couldn’t believe anyone would do that to themselves. ‘Why do you keep staring at me, old man?’ asked the. With a strong clench, he begins to jack me up and down, and in moments, here it came. BAMM---5 thick ropes instantly shoot from my piss slit---with three striking me right in the face, and the other two hitting my chest. But it wasn't over---4 more shots left a stream of thick jock juice down my chest and belly, and finally the last few shots leaving a puddle in my pubes. Mr. Clark finally stood up, and just stood there, staring. Finally speaking, all he said was “I never seen that much cum. I place my hands on your face and slide them down your back. I feel the effect my kisses have on you. Your erection grows until it presses uncomfortably against my inner thigh. Craving your touch, I stretch out my legs and gather them around your back so that I am straddling your lap.“I need you inside of me now,” I beg.This is all the encouragement you need. You quickly begin kissing me deeply, searching for my tongue. Your kisses trail down my mouth to my neck and down my chest. The.