We each pulled hard on the Rolling Rocks and Marlboros. As dad spit another long rope of Cope juice, he looked over at me and said, “Those beers are... goin’ right through me.” As we stood there facing each other, he slowly pulled down the zipper of his Wranglers and produced the thick rod that I had once shot out of. I stared at his half-hard cock as he pulled the foreskin back and forth and aimed it at my boots. I moved closer to him and unzipped producing my nine inch prime man meat. I moved. I could tell the other girls were all trying to look at me. Holly dropped to her knees, and unzipped my pants. She dropped my pants around my ankles, leaving my boxers on. Ashley and Lindsey now sat on the bench, facing us, watching Holly work. My cock was growing, and showing through my boxers. “Let me see it” Ashley said, getting on her knees nearly pushing Holly out of the way. Ashley, with trembling hands, reached for the waistband. She put her fingers under my waistband, and suddenly. I waited in the dark, cramped in a filthy corner of his dingy garage. Bored I perched myself on an old, large paint pot and started playing with myself. Most girls my age were wearing jeans but I still preferred dresses, especially as it gave me easy access. I rubbed my pussy through the panties and the danger just made things all the more delicious. I pinched the nipples of my tiny titties and barely realised myself when it had gone mysteriously quiet in the kitchen. I paused for a while and. Soon enough she came off her high to see Clark laying on her, his head on her chest as her toned arms fastened him tightly against her body"That... was... amazing... I haven't had sex that good in my entire life." Chloe admitted"What? We didn't have sex I just massaged you." Clark clarifiedChloe looked down now more focused, sure enough Clark and her were still completely clothed leaving Chloe even more awestruck "Well whatever that was I think I'm deadset on making this relationship work. So.