He moved his hand down to take over, but I had no intention to hand off. He said it again, this time with more of a concern to his voice, like he was ...concerned about me, “I’m going to cum”. With my forearm, I tapped his hand away as I continued working him, and with that Mike lay back against the seat, looking down at me with surprise in his eyes as he shot string after string of cum out into my mouth. There it was, that taste from the other night that I craved so much! As my mouth filled with. I think Google Maps might be your best bet.”I started thinking about the rest of our day. I thought about dinner. Was Kyle going to eat with us? “Kyle, what are your plans for dinner?”“I would like to take my girlfriends out to a very nice restaurant.”“Check Sail Inn on Google. I’ve never been there but I’ve heard good things about their food.” He checked while I got their phone number and called. I got quite a chuckle from what the hostess said. After I disconnected the call I told Kyle and. Not a big fan of Stag."Shrugging it off, I placed the unopened can back in the cooler and continued to drink the one I had open."So...Will?" Hmm?" I said through the can."I hear you think you're hot stuff."I felt a big gulp come in my throat and felt a little bit more alcohol pour down."Who'd you hear that from?" I said, finishing the can."Who do you think?" Erin." I thought to myself and instantly felt myself go hard as a rock. Erin was a softball player at my high school and was in the same. A random woman would come and touch my hair and skin. I liked it at first, but it later started annoying me.While buying vegetables at the local market, the vegetable seller lady I was negotiating price came to me and started touching my hair. Then she got hold of my penis and pointed her gun at it. She started speaking in the local language, which I did not understand.I gave her all my money, but she did not take it. Then, a young girl came towards me and said, “Excuse me, she is not asking.