He'd see over that time just how serious Cindy was.If she'd noticed him, surely she had, standing next to her, she gave no indication, but continued ...dressing her eyes. Quivering with trepidation and anticipation, he reached over with his free right hand and traced a fingernail down her butt cheek. THAT got her attention: “Ooooh... Daddy's thouchin' me,,, (giggle).” She didn't move, but shivered a bit. One of the responses he'd hoped for... He traced his finger back up be butt cheek:. Her panties, which had finally started to dry, became damp once again. Just then Leo ‘The Rod’ Rochester came down the aisle next to David’s table. She could see that he was going to harass David in some way, probably by pouring milk on his book or something dumb like that. ‘Damn it,’ Kay thought, ‘why is it the stupid forever annoy the keen? Ridiculous jealousy issues.’ Kay stood up, almost out of habit, to distract the boorish jock. She had lost count of the number of times she had done. Fuck no, all were using plastic or wood. I did find one of those little red flags that surveyors and others use.I took it back to my car and began to jimmy my lock. It just wasn’t quite long enough with the bends I had to put in it. I noticed the temperature was rising. I was starting to overheat and second guessing myself. I started to panic and caught myself. I forced myself to sit down for a few minutes and meditate and evaluate my situation. My only real solution is to get into the car. Not surprisingly, I didn't last long. After another minute or so of the best blow-job of my life, I barely had time to gasp a warning when my spunk boiled up out of my yoghurt hose, spurt after spurt of it, into his mouth. It felt like I was shooting litres of white, sticky, and hot baby batter, and it all went into his wide-open mouth as he milked my shaft, the tip of my dick resting on the tip of his tongue – well, most of it, a little dribbled off the sides of his tongue, in oozy streams.My.