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On the Back Seat of the Car

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Masturbation on the back seat

 

One day my neighbor asked me if I could take her mail in and water her plants while she and her two girls went out of town. I agreed and she gave me a key and instructions on what she wanted me to do. I noticed that their car was in the garage and went out to see. It was unlocked and the back seat was a long bench type seat with clear plastic on it. Since I love plastic and I knew that the girls had been in that car before it turned me on.


I pulled off my pants and opened both doors and lay face down with my penis touching the shiny sticky plastic. I began to rock back and forth rubbing faster and harder. It felt amazing my cock was sticking to the plastic and it tickled a lot as I rubbed. I rubbed faster and harder grinding my cock against the plastic covered seat and then all of a sudden I shot my load. It was a great day.


After I had finished I cleaned the car and did my work at the house, as I was told to. I found a large box of kitchen matches next to a candle in one of the girls rooms. OMG my heart pounding. I always have been attracted to matches and especially matches that had been used by someone else especially a girl.


I locked the front door went to the bedroom took off the box cover from the match box smelling it first. I could tell she must have used it that day and Marie everyday. The odour on the strike strip was very strong like she had struck the matches really hard and I got very hard. My cock pounding again in my pants I placed the cover in my under wear with the strike strip against my penis and balls. I lay down on the carpet and rubbed.


It only took about a minute for me to cum again and it tickled so much that it gave me the shivers. I remember I would always offer to house sit when they went out of town. I don't know if they ever suspected anything or found anything but I do know that the beautiful blond girl that had the match box in her room always smiled at me like she knew something.

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