But as I looked at the reflection in the mirror I saw something else altogether. His striped sports shirt was unbuttoned all the way, revealing a bare...chest, not super-athletic but nicely muscled. And OMG…he had a camera in his right hand, pointed at his reflection, while with the left hand he was massaging his hard cock. My own dick leapt to attention in my pants as I saw this, and I quietly stepped inside and latched the door behind me.The guy’s cock was not huge, but reminded me a lot of my. I have found that a little violence with a smidgen of danger clears my mind very effectively. We drove out of town about 10 miles to a place of brush, rocks, and snakes. I grabbed my Marlin .22 lever action rifle and we proceeded to separate a bunch of snakes from their heads. I am good with a rifle but Lucille was better. My daddy always said that gun control was being able to hit what you aim at and Lucille sure some more gun control. After about an hour of cleansing my thought processes, I. She got herself free from me and started unbutton my shirt I helped her and got myself naked. She kissed my chest, neck, bite my chest and got mad by seeing my 7.5 inches full erect and thick cock, she took my cock in her hand and started playing with it. Immediately I removed her clothes also and we were both naked. She immediately got on top of me, I was sitting on the driver’s seat, she rested her back on the steering and hand on the back rest of the seat and place his pussy on tip of my. Sucking cock was everything I'd imagined and yet so much more... although the position was awkward... and it was then I realized what was wrong.I pulled back and slid down onto the carpet... on my knees... like a traditional old school cocksucker.He smiled, "Getting comfortable?" Yeah," I nodded, before taking his cock back in my mouth.Instantly this felt even better.I couldn't explain it, but being on my knees just felt right. In all my fantasies I had been on my knees and once I was on them.