My heart continues to race. I need time, time tothink. I feel as if I just saw a ghost.“Did I really hear what I thought I heard?” I ask m...yself.“Did a fabulously handsome man just ask me about reducingthe size of his penis?”I know what this means, of course. A male stripperwanting his dick pared down to size can only mean onething! It is obvious! He must really be hung! I naturallywant to know how hung, and then I remember the stripjoint. I make a promise to myself to. It wasn’t long before she felt hands grab her roughly by the hair and pull her down onto the cock. She felt the tip of the cock enter her throat and begin to twitch. While the liquid before was hot, this liquid was warm. And it was gooey.As the cock continued to twitch in her throat, Lisa realized she couldn’t breathe. She began to panic, trying to pull herself free, but the hands held her tight.Finally, when she thought she would pass out, the hands released her, and she fell back onto the. ... his smile was sexy and I was getting rock-hard....

Almost immediately we heard the sounds of someone coming through the bushes and a tall, gangly black guy, maybe about 50 years old, suddenly appeared with a rucksack. He made his way towards us, a lanky swagger to his step. I had had no time to get my raging hard-on into my shorts or my clothes on, and my mate had his cock out so it was really obvious what was going on. But our visitor was pretty cool. A trespasser just as we were, he. There stood Ty in black slacks and a red print shirt. Suddenly she had he urge to change thinking the outfit too daring but the smile on his face reassured her it was perfect. Little did she know the smile represented his fantasy standing before him. They went to his car and drove the short distance to the seafood place he’d found earlier. They ate and had a nice bottle of wine and talked like they had known one another forever. After dinner they went to the restaurant’s bar for a few drinks.