This time, I agreed, which surprised and pleased Joyce. That only lasted until I told her I'd be going over to Mama's house to spend the evening with ...y parents."Kenny, they all want to see you again. How long are you planning on avoiding everybody?" Joyce, we've been getting along pretty good lately, because you've been staying inside my comfort zone. I don't feel like dealing with this now. You can hold your meeting here, if you want to, but, I won't be taking part in any of it." Kenny,. "Before long, he stands before her, naked and about as hard as it's possible for a man to be. He holds his arms away from his sides, and she runs her fingers over him, touching him everywhere. His cheeks and his chin. His shoulders. His chest, and the plane of his belly. She takes his hips in both hands, and slides one palm around to squeeze his butt cheek. He purrs and murmurs and moves ever so slightly under her touch, even though he tries to hold still.She pulls his mouth down to hers and. He opened my door (yes fellas, there are still girls out there that like when you are a gentleman) and I slid in. The first thing I noticed was the bench seat. He went around the other side and got in and I watched him try to get comfortable since I knew he had an erection. I smiled sweetly, "I could help you with that" as I slid closer to him and started to undo the snap and zipper of his jeans. I reached inside the fly of his boxers and felt his cock twitching in my hand, looking for. I opened my eyes, looked around, and realized I was in downtown Dallas,approaching the end of the presidential motorcade route. It was a warmday for so late in the year. The streets were lined with cheering crowds.As I gained further awareness and sensation, I realized that I wasn'tbehind the wheel of the Lincoln, but I was in the car; who had I landedin? Was I "in" JFK? No, I was on the left side of the car, behind thedriver....sitting immediately behind Greer was Nellie Connally, wife ofthe.