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"How did you ever guess," Chris said, very sarcastically, as he grabbed hold of my right hand and gently pulled it away from his dick. And then Chris leaned back in his seat and thrust his pelvis slightly-upward, as he was proudly displaying his fully-erect, perpetually-leaky penis to me, while at the same time, using his excellent penile muscle control to temporarily expand and then contract his large, flared-out dick-head at will, as well as to make his entire dick twitch and move around on its own. Of course, I had seen Chris's little impromptu "penis show" a thousand times before. But believe me, it never got old! "So what are you waiting for?" Chris asked impatiently, when he realized that I wasn't reaching back across to grab hold of his "performing" dick. Instead, I was just sitting there, and indian quietly staring at Chris's throbbing penis, as if I were in a trance. It was hard for me not to treat this final sexual encounter with some reverence, because I sensed that this might be the last time that I would ever see or touch Chris's bare erect penis--or any other guy's bare erect penis, for that matter. "Go ahead and suck me," Chris suggested. "And then, I'll suck you . Okay? It'll be a lot safer that way." "Sure," I automatically replied, knowing exactly what Chris had meant by the term "safer." It was impossible for me to ignore the fact that Chris and I were sitting in the shadows of a lit public parking lot, where someone could walk by the car, look through the transparent glass of the closed car windows, and catch Chris and I "in the act" at any moment. Keep in the mind that rear side car windows weren't tinted back then, like they usually are nowadays. And believe me, the last thing that Chris and I needed was for us to get hauled off to jail for having a homosexual encounter in a public place. So it was imperative that one of us stay sitting up straight in the back seat of the car, to act as a lookout, the whole time that he was secretly getting his dick sucked by the other person. And it was my turn first to be that "other person." So despite my fears of getting caught, I leaned over into Chris’s lap, and I gave him the best blow job that I possibly could. I licked his dick for a while, intentionally trying to drive him crazy with the tip of my wiggly tongue. I ran it up and down the underside of his dick-head and his shaft, and also pressed the tip of my tongue down into his piss-hole slit from time to time. And then I finally stuck his big, flared-out dick-head in my mouth, and I sucked away on it like a giant lollipop, while I was rigorously finger-pumping up and down on his stubby dick-shaft, trying my best to help him orgasm his ass off. Then I heard Chris try to give his usual orgasm warning to me, and I knew that I had succeeded in my quest to give him an awesome orgasm, because he was so excited that couldn't even get the whole phrase "I'm cumming" out of his mouth. Instead, he struggled in an out-of-breath, heavily-panting voice to blurt out in short staccato phrases, "Oh yeah. I'm cuh-- I'm cuh-- Ah. Ah. Ah!" The ironic thing was that I didn't even need an orgasm warning from Chris that night. I could tell by how exceptionally firm and swollen up Chris's dick-head was inside my mouth, that he was getting ready to unleash his "little sperm-volcano" any second. And of course, when he did, I let him cum in my mouth, which always made Chris very happy. But naturally, I outdoors didn’t try to swallow his ejaculating sperm at all--nor did he expect me to, knowing how negatively I felt about having the teen taste of sperm in my mouth. Instead, I just held my breath, closed the back of my throat off, and loosened my lips enough to let Chris's inevitable "flood" of thick, gooey sperm flow down the head and shaft of his dick. With the giant head of his dick still in my mouth, I kept hand-pumping and squeezing the shaft of his dick, until I could tell that he had finished orgasming. Her penis got limp and so did mine. I quietly reached a hand down to my shorts and pulled the leg open where I could get his cock directly into my wet pussy. Winds howled on, screeching and wailing out our windows as the grog indian house sat still. “You my dear are an Angel,” I explained, “The Angel of Death perhaps but I own seeing you pounding upon my member as I woke is an image I shall carry to my death bed.” There I shed my clothes and headed into the outdoors shower. It was dark in the room, except for the tv light and he could see that she was wearing a tank top with just her underwear on. My daughter-in-law was living with us to save money and not be alone while he was gone. I jacked away and in short order I shot a load into the toilet. Tonight she was already wet when I touched her; she seemed anxious – kissing and touching me more than usual. I teen blinked and realized there were tears in my eyes. "Aaaahhhhhww, please!!!!!" i cried out. He put some lube on it and reached around and slowly inserted it in his ass. “Lily...” “Sometimes it is almost funny to watch as the Dom takes almost all of his or her behavior cues from the submissive.”