The pair of loose-fitting tan shorts I pulled on were so lightweight that the outline of my cock showed through. They were also short enough that, if ... had a hard-on, my cock would poke down past the leg hole. For a top I chose an old muscle-shirt featuring the face and naked chest of Jim Morrison of The Doors. It was white, with Morrison's likeness in black over a mauve background. I knew I was dating myself, but the shirt was so tight it made my pectoral muscles stick out and appear larger. He didn’t date girls, he just used them and now this was exactly what I wanted. Maybe it was something I’d always wanted and now I could finally admit it to myself. The expression on his face said that he liked it, but wanted more. I pushed my hair back one more time, then lowered my head to him. I opened my mouth and took his head into it. I wrapped my lips wet tight around his shaft. I kept stroking his cock with one hand. At the same time I slid my lips up and down him. He grew harder with. He stares at her, giving back that naughty smile, thinking, “I’m going to strip you naked later tonight.” He isn’t worried if the guy ever gets to take her home. At best he would get a feel, tongue gymnastics, maybe, just maybe she grabs his bulge in his pants, eagerly wanting her naked. As the night went on he makes his rounds dancing with other girls, rubbing bodies, grabbing asses, protruding nipples. He teases her just as much, building up their urge for the night after. Bouncing to the. Belle moved as I had indicated."Back just a little bit, Sweetie," I told her. Then, "Now rub me on your pussy lips to get me lubricated. It'll go in easier that way." She did."OK, that's very good. Now rise up just a little and place me at your entrance. Take a deep breath and let the head open you by lowering yourself just a little." The first time, I slipped by her pussy, but the second time, the head went between her lips."OK, now hold there for a few seconds. How does it feel?" I asked.