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He’d be torn between desire and embarrassment – what if the lift should stop, and someone should come in? “Well,” I’d reply, as I unzipped his pants, “they’d see what a handsome prick you have.” And it would be handsome, well-shaped and straight. A drop of precum already forming, that id' lick off the moment I saw it. Long and meaty, but not so fat that I wouldn’t be able to fit it in my mouth. I remembered watching a porn film once, where the guy was so huge that the girl could barely get. "I have a couple of hours," she said. "Maybe I'll take you up on your offer. I might want to get involved in the evenings, either as a student or as a proctor." That would be wonderful, Ellen," said Jean with a smile. "Proctors for the after-hours work is my greatest concern. How about we plan on you being here for the rest of the morning. I'll buy you a sumptuous free lunch in our gourmet school cafeteria at noon. You and I can sit with the proctors and compare notes." That sounds like a plan. He had said they were going to the races. She knew there were no NASCAR races this Saturday, and the Woodlands track, for horses and dogs, had gone out of business, and the drag strip, near Lee's Summit, was deserted, but she accepted that they were going to races. They had driven south and east, first on 71, then on two-lane roads, and finally they came to the end of a long dirt road, deep in the Ozarks. There were several dozen cars and trucks parked in a grassy field in front of a large.