ask for it by name When I’m lucky, I may get a hand job out of the deal, since the ones that won’t let me put it in their pussy most often can’t even fit it in their mouth. And those are the lucky nights. A lot of the time, the girls don’t even have the courtesy to offer that much. But I guess those are the breaks when you’re packing over a foot of meat in your jockeys. Not to say that it’s like that all the time, since there have been a few times when a girl was brave enough to give it a shot, and even though. I could hardly keep my eyes off my alluring young cousin but for once she was playing it cool, returned glances kept to a minimum. As another hour passed and England's form matched my sorry luck, growing restless I headed downwind to offer my services, only to be brushed off once more. On the way back and intending to check how Lisa was, I bumped into a sour faced Paul. "Can you believe I go out for half an hour and some bugger pinches the car," he complained. "I wouldn't mind but it's on.Read More
