It tasted salty, but not in a bad way. He came a lot, like you do when it hasn’t been awhile. Sex It tasted salty, but not in a bad way. And with that I got back in my car and began to fantasize about the next time I would do this, and how my ass would be the whole getting fucked. Eventually I caught the eye of the one in the pickup truck for enough time to send him a wave, which he returned with a nod of his head. He rolled his window down and asked, “How ya doin?”
“I’m good, mind if I hop in?” I asked
“Sure, go ahead,” he replied. It tasted salty, but not in a bad way. Not bad , I thought to myself. He rolled his window down and asked, “How ya doin?”
“I’m good, mind if I hop in?” I asked
“Sure, go ahead,” he replied. For a long time I was a closet bisexual, I still am actually. He was an older guy, in his 50s, with me being 21, with a goatee.
