“Yeah, exactly,” he said. Indian sex “Sweet!” Mike said grinning, and we ran up to the front door. I must have dozed off as in no time at all we arrived back at Mike’s house. I began to slowly jerk him up and down, and Mike let out a very satisfied grown as his penis hardened. I reached out and cupped his balls, gently massaging them before I spit in my hand and grabbed his still-flaccid penis. I forgot all about watching Mike piss as the innings past by. I lost, but at that time I really didn’t feel like I did. “You can’t go to Comerica without some Tigers stuff. “3-2 Detroit,” guessed Mike, smiling. Note: All comments are great, but tell me if you would read and sequels and/or give suggestions for future stories.
