When he grabbed my wrist I almost pee my pants, but instead of shoving my hand away he moved it up and placed it on his cock. I almost hyperventilated... when I realized that I was touching another man’s cock. Once I could breath again, my curiosity got the better of me and I started feeling of it. I couldn’t tell much through the material but it didn’t feel any bigger than mine. When I settled down and started stroking it the stranger let go of my wrist. In a few minutes he grabbed my wrist. He said to me "Would you like to try what they were doing?" I said "Sure!"Steve shucked his clothes and sat back down on the couch. "You need to start stroking it first," he said. I took hold of his dick, and started playing with it. Slowly it filled with blood and became erect. I ran my fingers around the head, feeling the softness of the skin and the hardness underneath.After a while, Steve said "Now take it in your mouth. Watch out for your teeth. Apply some suction ... yeah that's it, use. ..UURRHHHHH....HUHHHHH!!!" and just as Amy had said, tears began to stream down her sister's pretty face as she endured all her orgasmic pleasure. Cindy's hips bucked in rhythm as her orgasm continued, and I kept my tongue hard against her rock-hard clit until her orgasm began to fade, and as she started coming down from her climax, Cindy pulled my head away and said, "please, it's too sensitive" and I pulled my head away from her sexy Vietnamese crotch and stood up to kiss her pretty. I already wore thick glasses, was rather near sighted like my dad. I wondered if he did that too much. Maybe that’s why he took up smoking.Then I moved, still alive and peered out the front door window across the street at an angle to the old McCanta house, remembering. I’d stuck a child’s garden play set rake into Pat McCanta’s head when I couldn’t take his constant bantering anymore. His mother went berserk and I went home.Later, a couple of years, his older brother Mike busted my lip with a.