" Yeah but you don't like cars, you don't play football, ummm ... What do you do?" I laughed a little and I hoped I didn't make him mad or anything, I... was really curious."I like baseball," he said a little defensively. "And, um ... I like reading books and stuff, hanging out. I dunno, why? Do I have to like cars so you'll like me?" No," I stepped around the car, spraying slowly, taking my time."I like the way you look," Steve said a minute later. "I guess that's what I like the most." He. I guess this could have been some form of autism or aspergers but I really wouldn’t know, but I’m sure that a psychiatrist would tell you that the problem lay in his childhood. That doesn’t really concern us here, because we are not going to worry about cause, we are concerned with the result, so I’ll go with socially inept. I know that you’ll all have heard something of the story, the lurid reports in the papers, and there was that television programme that was so bland and wishy washy that I. " As I finished speaking I remembered my erection. Precum had already begun to drip from my penis, as I noticed a dark dot at the peak of the bulge created by my erection. Maybe I could pass it off for getting splashed with water...I touched it with a fingertip, pulling away a strand of clear viscous liquid with my finger that arced over several inches. I'd never had this much precum before, and especially without any kind of contact. My thought was interrupted by the clothes dryer turning on. "Grab your ass cheeks and open that hole up for her cock" she ordered me. "I knew you'd love that shit, you little slut."Now I could sense Kathy's excitement, and her thrusting became very forceful, harder and harder like her moans. Linda was mostly moaning now and grunting. I was pinned between a hot red headed pussy that was drenching my face in cunt juice and a hard pink cock attached to a fine ass freaky hippie girl who was getting off by pounding my ass with her strapon cock. It wasn't.