I love feeling my hands going up the whole length of my cock and then run my palm over my head and feel the pleasure. I like to take my time and let m...y mind play some sexy fantasies while getting harder and harder. The noise from the party was not helping me, so I reached out and put on my headphones and put some music on that I like instead of listening to my parent's music.I was soon back stroking my big hard cock and thinking about a girl from college that I had wanted to fuck more than my. The door opened just as she reached for the handle. “Donna!” a cheerful voice called out, “I remember you from Third Level. You were in sub-level Nine when I was in sub-level Twelve.”“I’m glad you remember, Mister Martin,” she replied, “or should I call you Bill?”“I think it should remain, Mister Martin,” he answered, “just to help us both remember that this is a business meeting.”“As you wish, Mister Martin,” she said as she walked over to the small couch and set down her coat. She then turned. He had fled the house in a temper, jumped in his car and sped off, but she had wrongly assumed that he had come back having forgotten his house keys, and so when I knocked on the door, the lady bent on retribution had opened the door intent on doing her errant husband grievous bodily harm with a large plate of soggy cornflakes that she had prepared for his breakfast, but he had not eaten in his hasty departure.However, her aim had been good, but in me she had selected the wrong target, and so I. I looked up to see his twinkling eyes in the mirror again. “Are you okay?” he asked as I drifted into a light sleep. Hardly able to speak I just smiled and raised my thumb.“I sometimes drive kiss-o-gram girls and strippers around. Have you ever done that?” He asked as he looked in the mirror. Flattered, I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.“You should think about it,” the driver continued as I struggled to keep my eyes open, “a pretty girl like you could make a lot of money…if she.