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"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 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 Indian Girls Fucking "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 didn’t try to swallow his ejaculating sperm at all--nor did he expect me to, knowing how negatively I felt about having the 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. At that point, I sat back up straight in the car seat and gladly began playing the role of the lookout. Chris leaned over into my lap, and he started licking my dick, just like I had done to his . Then he began to suck my dick-head while he was jacking me off. And just like our very first night together down in The Pit, it felt to me like Chris was trying to suck the head right off of my dick. He kept strongly sucking away at my dick-head and jacking me off faster and faster, which ultimately left me no other choice but to cum in his mouth--which not only made me very happy, but also pleased Chris a lot, since he had always enjoyed swallowing my semen. And I intentionally didn't warn Chris at all before I started cumming. Instead, I closed my eyes and withdrew into myself, as I felt my orgasm coming on (so much for my acting as the lookout). See? She was now naked in their laps. I forgive you." Eager to feel her brother all the way inside her, Cathy let her entire body weight drop on top of the impaling shaft. A moment later she dropped her shirt to cover herself. I see Eve at the door. SMACK! I sighed. And I decided to use some of the older ladies from about twenty-six to forty, also to move this Indian Girls Fucking along quickly. My taste buds exploded. And where the first hand began, many follow. “Look at me. First up is Leon, the black guy. Karen put a cd in the player that contained dozens of hits from the 60s that were great for slow dancing. I felt the rush buzz me and an aura overcome me with warmth. After a brief nap, the girls and I got up, but Chloe only climbed out from under the bed so that she could crawl under the sheets and curl up in my warm spot. Intense pleasure swelled in her abdomen each time she thrusted her hips down. “Very good. She put her fingers under her top, lifted it over her head and tossed it on the floor. “You spoil her,” Mom said. “That's right, with my biggest, fattest dildo.