Ford F150

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Tuesday afternoon, I went grocery shopping. As I parked, a brand spanking new F150 parked beside me.I got out of my car and approached the F150’s driver as he was exiting the truck.“That looks like one damn nice truck!”“Thanks. I just got it a week ago.”“My son had one a few years ago. He was happy with it but when he got married, they switched to an SUV.”“Would you like to get in?”“You bet, thanks.”He opened the driver’s door and I got behind the wheel. He got in the passenger side. I grasped the steering wheel and looked around. It was bloody nice. I liked the look of the dash, the padding on the console, and the seat was very very comfortable.I looked over at the owner and said, “Wow, this is an incredible truck, very nice indeed.” He grinned, “Thanks, I like it too.” I had glanced at his crotch and was pleased to istanbul travesti see a really nice bulge in his jeans.“You know what else in this truck looks damn nice?”“No, what?” I reached over and placed my hand on his crotch.“This!” I gently squeezed his package and rubbed back and forth a bit. He did not object to what I was doing at all. I continued to rub and squeeze and feel his cock. He was growing bigger.I said, “That feels bloody nice to me!”“Me too,” he grinned.“How about unzipping and lowering your jeans so I can see it?”“Somebody might see.”“No, they won’t. We’re sitting high up. It will just look like we’re two guys talking.”He unzipped and raised himself up off the seat and lowered his jeans and underwear to his knees. He raised up his shirt so I had a clear view. His uncut cock was semi-hard istanbul travestileri and about six inches in length and pretty fat too. My hand wrapped around his cock and stroked it up and down. My fingers dropped to his nuts and gave them a proper fondling. Grasping his cock again, I rolled his foreskin down over his glans. His knob was wet and glistening with his secretions. I jerked his now fully hard cock slowly, up and down, moving his hood with each stroke. “Jeez, that feels so bloody good, mmmm.” “I like it too,” I chuckled. I stopped stroking him for a moment but held onto his cock while I admired it. His cock had grown to seven or eight inches. It felt hard yet soft in my hand. It felt hot too. It twitched as I held it.A white Mustang convertible with a loud bass pulsating muffler drove in travesti istanbul and parked in the row in front of us. I paused stroking his cock and rested my hands on his shaft.A woman got out. Her skirt was very short and most of her left leg was visible. We both stared at her intently. Her purse spilled its contents out on the ground. We could hear her swearing! She got down on her haunches, picked up her spilled items and put them in her purse. Her legs parted as she reached for the farther items. Hot damn, no panties. No hair, either. She was sporting a shaved pussy.“Look at that!”“There’s something you don’t see every day,” I answered.She rose up, slammed the door shut and went into Walmart.I started stroking my passenger’s cock again. Slowly. I did not want to go too fast, prolonging it as much as possible.“Hot damn, your cock is huge, bud. And hard as a crowbar. I love the way your foreskin moves over your knob like that. Mmmm, very tasty looking too. I would love to bend over and take it in my mouth and suck you and lick you and make you cum in my mouth. Mmmm!” 

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