She was about to have time on her hands, I knew that for sure. Her merchandise didn’t fit into the black Friday kind of marketing scheme, so she did...n’t struggle to get open before the December deadline.Her first chore was to research the records of the downtown buildings in Sparta. Her building was built by a man named Carson. He also owned and operated the Allegheny Star newspaper. It was easy to imagine the newspaper reporters on the ground floor. I could also imagine the printing press, and. You’d just stay naked, in public, letting the world have its way with you. Rutting like a beast, right? You’d get fucked during breakfast, lunch, and supper. You’d get fucked in the shower. You’d be in a permanent gang-bang, no end in sight. Am I right?” I teased Connie with such a fantasy, as unrealistic as it was.“Yes ... I know that it can’t ... happen ... but oh, fuck yes!” Connie screamed as she creamed herself on my prick.“Well, you could definitely go into porn, which is pretty damn. I moaned loudly. I wanted to cum right then, but I wanted more pleasure. Mr. Ryan began to move his head back and forth. He tried to take in my whole cock but he only made it halfway down my shaft before choking. He looked up at me. His eyes were beginning to tear. We both smiled at each other. "Have you ever tasted your own cum?" he asked. "No I've never thought of that." Mr. Ryan began to suck me off again, this time going faster. I kept moaning. I couldn't take it any longer and I blew my. .we have an open relationship by the way. I didn't have plans but told her I'd be masturbating for a few hours at home. Once we finished talking, I posted the video under a different account name. I watched the video a few times and it got my horny. I went to the living room in a towel and some lotion, to help with the razor burn that comes from shaving smooth. I was rubbing generous amounts on my cock and balls. I kept checking my YouTube post. The views quickly jumped up to a few hundred..