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... little, felt him stirring in response. But I could go no further. There was just one thing for it. I extracted my hand and unbuttoned his pants, squeezed his cock and then raised my fingers to my mouth. His eyes never left my face the whole time. "Do you want to step outside?" he whispered. "I thought you'd never ask." We went out through the back door that was left open for smokers, and looked around. The alley led a few hundred yards in both directions... one way led to the street, the other to the parking lot of an apartment block. I took his hand and dragged him that way, paused as we reached a long row of skips, and then pushed him against the wall. I didn't know how busy this stretch of emptiness might be at night, and I didn't really want to find out. But I had a burning need that stretched from my pussy to my tonsils, and one of them was going to get drenched. I knelt and tugged; his pants were still open and his hard cock slipped out without a thought. I swallowed it, and kept on swallowing, his helmet lodged in the back of my throat and every gulp I gave sent fresh shockwaves through his body... I know, because I could feel him twitch, hear him gasp. I started to move, bobbing my head back and forth down his shaft; pausing occasionally to lick, nip and breathe. And then back to the main course, sucking him down, sucking him off, and sucking so much come out of his gorgeous cock that I never imagined there could be anything left by the time I let him fall from my lips. But there was, one last blast, and you can guess where it went. Splash down the front of my favorite outfit... the one that I'd remember at a July 4 gathering all these years later. And the one that Gary remembered as well.