I leaned back against the door, sort of half sitting, half laying, diagonally across my side of the seat. Milf sex but this time, he ran his spit-slicked thumb on the bottom of my cockhead, right where it meets the shaft… Let me just say this… It wasn’t working. We hadn’t been discovered. And it was my buddy Ken, who I’d known for years, and never talked about anything like this… Through barely open eyes, so as to appear asleep, I looked down to assess the situation…
