I’m sitting there, beer in one hand and my other hand gently rubbing the bulge in my pants, enjoying the show. After a couple minutes there is a change in your kissing. XXX “Get me another beer,” I say, a commanding tone in my voice. Before you realize what’s happened, my other hand whips out and grabs you by the back of your head. I agreed, but said that I had to come along too… By the time we got to the beefy redneck’s dilapidated trailer in the middle of the woods, I’d figured out that our new friend (I’m calling him John) was not so much interested in using my Boy, as he was being used himself…. I’m keeping your face and his inches apart, you’re almost on your tip-toes and he’s hunched over. I’m throbbing, knowing that the only reason you two don’t stop
