She cleaned the seat up with her tongue voluntarily as I filled her puss on the side of the road, with traffic going all around us, and us behind a tr...ee. I let Maureen claim that one in all modesty, as it is the girls' sport, not mine. I am simply a tool of the sport, like a hockey stick or a football.My sister upped the ante by asking me to come to town in peak hour by train. The red rattlers rock and roll all over the place and she got me to hold her in place against a chrome pole, the. There's the kind of trust where you'll let someone borrow your car, or the kind where you'll confess to something particularly embarrassing. Then there's the kind of trust where you'd feel safe telling someone your deepest, darkest secret, or allowing them to stand behind you with a loaded gun.My bother and his wife didn't fall into any of those categories. Not with me.I trust damn few people, and with good reason. The few times I've trusted anyone ... anyone at all ... they've invariably let. Her right hand slipped into my shorts and ran through the sparse curls of hair that rested above my shaft.“Would it be slutty of me to touch it?” she whispered No,” I managed to croak out.Her hand slid down an inch further and pressed rubbed and squeezed All five fingers curled around and began to jack me off, causing me to groan loudly. “It’s so hard,” she mused. “ “What if I suck it?” she asked. She rose from the bed and dropped to her knees in front of me. She pulled them down my shorts. I. .. So I would follow to her place in an hour or so .... I was so excited and so was Dana ... She left with Frank - so I had another drink and dreamed of seeing his black cock and Dana enjoying ... Dana is a squirter- the best- anyway I wanted to watch Frank and Dana and then join and taste both of them.I went about an hour later to her place and quietly let myself in -- listening to Dana moaning and Frank sloppily fucking her -- she was enjoying I could tell and Frank really was too.... Frank.