"Hey," she began, "I'm sorry to bother you, but would you mind giving us a ride? We want to go to Coney Island."I really didn't feel like driving all...the way down there, so I decided to be a jerk. "Depends," I said. "What would you do for me?"The brunette caught on right away. I swear, American girls nowadays are just so naturally slutty, you hardly have to do any work. "We can show you our tits," she smiled. I eyed the two tiny points under her tank top, and decided to press my luck and. “Apart from in the bedroom; he’s handy in there – as long as it’s vanilla flavour and only one scoop. So, not great there even, when I think about it.”‘Not just guys who get handy in the bedroom though – is it?’The voice in my head wouldn’t go away.I smiled, fighting the urgency to push her down on a chair and race away.“That’s guys for you,” I said, trying not to sound false and flat. “Thanks for the offer, but no. It’s not a stalker.“So who is he?” she asked in a whisper. There was just the. She got her own back on me now and continued sucking for all she was worth, until every last drop of spunk was drained from my now wilting cock.She really was turning out to be a good little slut.After that we gathered up our clothes and returned to my car, still naked and put the clothes in the boot. We then, with just the car key and a digital camera, we set off through the woods, me wearing trainers and Rachel wearing her long black leather boots, to find the golf course and give some of. Got any ... left," she said. She breathed deeply several times. "They all act ... like I have AIDS or something." I'm sorry," he said."There is the support group," she said sadly. "But I don't think any of them are into racquetball." She brightened, but not much. "I did find an apartment." Good," he said. "Lock your doors."She looked at him, her mouth open."I'm sorry," he said. "Habit." Thank you," she said suddenly."What for? You won fair and square." No, for caring," she said. "Of everybody,.