I opened the bathroom and ran to my bedroom window, he was there sat in his van with his big cock in his hand wanking it slowly looking up at my windo...w. He then waved for me to come down and got out of his van and walked over to the door. I watched him use his hand to open the letterbox, then watched as he slid his BBC into the opening.I ran down the stairs dropped to my knees and sucked his BBC into my mouth the best I could with the enormous size of his bellend. I bobbed my head up and down. Stephanie's head rolled back as far as it would go. She sobbed as she turned her head from side to side. She knew now what was going to happen.Sam used the safety razor and slowly inched his way down her landing strip. He changed directions; shaving from the bottom up; then from side to side and using the back of his hand to verify that there was no stubble discernable to his touch.From time to time, Sam would wash her off completely to see if there was anything he had missed. Finally she was. She would exhale and stop her movements, then press the Marlboro to her red lips and return to the dance. He watched her, and she watched him watching her. ‘Her?’ ‘No,’ he shrugged and pushed his own cigarette between his lips. ‘Too young.’ She nodded. He removed his gaze from the smoking blonde and traveled to the woman at the bathrooms, she too with a lean cigarette pressed between her pouty lips. Her lithe body, easily six foot, was pressed against the wall as she curved into a payphone. At the root, her hand moved around to his balls, soap still in hand to continue its cleaning work. Her other hand took root at the base of his cock and slowly began its way up his shaft. Up and down with on hand, side to side with the other, her hand slowly increased his pleasure. Up and down with on hand, side to side with the other, eyes closed, his knees weakened. Up and down with on hand, side to side with the other, his hands braced to the wall to prop himself up. Up and down with on hand,.