He zips up and opens the door. Yeah, I said. Xxx Better than some fat-ass-donut-eating-pig. What’s that?, I ask. WOW! Well I want to try it, he says, but I don’t get any opportunities. Just before he stops, he nibbles the tip with his lips and I can tell he really enjoyed blowing me. No… Great! But I guess he would have figured it out… My balls are hanging really low tonight and I am half hard as I fondle myself. I’m guessing that he’s easily 8 inches in length with an average girth. I pull out of the parking lot and take a deep breath. Do I really look like a hardened criminal to deserve such a pat-down? Why not? I couldn’t wait until midnight. I grab my crotch and squeeze myself hard…
