Steve had friends who complained constantly about their wife’s sex drive. Not him. He never had to ask for sex. She was the most sensual woman he ha... ever known. As she sat in her silky spaghetti strapped top, sheer panties, and satin robe doing maintenance on her thick eyebrows his cock started to stiffen just wondering what she had in store for him tonight. Even without her makeup, she was stunning. Her dusky hued skin, her beautiful flowing chestnut hair, pouty lips, stunning 38D breasts. She had placed a towel in the seat to prevent myclothes from getting her upholstery wet."My name is Anastasia, by the way." Mine?s Marvin."The rainfall increased to a torrent, pounding the pavement, rushingacross the road in streams carrying brown mud and pebbles from theembankments. She slowed to a crawl to compensate for the poor visibilityand the treacherous traction."You know, Marvin, my house is just up the road, and I don?t feelcomfortable driving in this weather. Would you mind if we. "Hmmm. Maybe," he said. "Push them together for me."I did as he asked, making a nice soft channel down the middle that I had no trouble imagining his cock sliding into."Yeah, sure," he said. "I'd fuck that. What about creampie?"Once again, I made him explain it in lewd detail, pulling up my dress while I looked at my engorged pussy, pretending to consider whether I would allow him to cum in me and then watch while it dripped out again.We went on in this vein until he turned into our street. It looks like someone must have left it behind. Picking it up, you open the book to the first page, hoping to find some contact information for the person who lost it. Instead, you see a note on the inside:"The world runs on rules. Schools and companies have their handbooks. Neighborhoods have their homeowners associations. Even countries have their laws. You spend all day following rules. Wouldn't it be nice if you could be the one writing the rules for once? Now you can. This is the Rulebook..