Tristan Marisol LydiaChapter 4
It was a beautiful day in May 2007 and I was out washing my car in the driveway. I heard a dog barking and caught a glimpse of auburn hair and a small black dog across the park next to my house. It was Marisol! What a hottie! Thinking fast, I hurried inside to change my shorts. I had a pair of jams that would be perfect. I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut out the lining. Given what I had seen in the lockers, I was fairly unique in that my cock was really long even when flaccid. It was about...