It was weird how we first met, I was late for a class, when a car pulled up and I didn’t hesitate to get in. We exchanged pleasantries, and I thanke...d him profusely for the ride while he gave me his number, joking if I ever needed a chauffeur again, to give him a call. Though I was taken with his chivalry of sorts, it was not until our next meeting at the local supermarket did we make a connection, and I promised him that I would call, after his playful chastisement. Being me though has its. "His hand slowly soothed its way down my torso to my crotch where he softly caressed the growing lump in my swimsuit. "Seems the little head doesn't agree with the big head." He worked his hand in a rhythm over my cock which quickly gained its full hardness.My eyes closed as the pleasure built. But I couldn't believe what was happening. I wasn't gay by any stretch but at the same time, any sense of protest had dissipated as his hand now worked inside my suit and freed my cock. He pulled the. There they sat, the two of them opposite to each other. Ever so slightly, Scooby shifted position. Bigtime did the same and they were getting closer to one another, playing their little cat and mouse game of seduction. Soon their feet touched. No one withdrew his feet and they shifted still closer to each other until they sat side by side. Under water, Scooby’s hand went for Bigtime’s dick. “My my, that feels nice, I understand now why they call you Bigtime.” He said in an admiring tone.. You have been thinking for a long time about the journey, about who you might ask, about the people in your life that could lend you the greatest aid.Your mother has the skills of a master chef and was once a well-renowned warrior for the village, in the War of Spades almost twenty years ago. But she has a home to take care of; it might be hard to ask that of her.Your father was similarly a commander in battle (which was where he met and courted your mother). He has sway with some commanders in.