You can see joy and passion in my eyes and know that I am happy to be with you. This could be a divine afternoon. Soon we are crossing the Golden Gate...Bridge. The sun is high. The sky is clear and blue with just a few puffy clouds. You can see for miles, riding high in my full size van. Alcatraz stands starkly against the water. Angel Island beckons with lush greenness. The Marin shore approaches. And we drive on. I point out sights as we drive by. Nothing important. Occasionally, I reach. I scream as your thickness tears into my tight tube. My screams tweak something in your brain that makes you pound even harder. You slap my cheeks hard and tell me to "SHAKE IT WHORE! Work it hard for the cock that's supporting your worthless ass".You yank my hair hard forcing my arch and slam deep into my tight little pucker balls deep. The clamp my small hole has on your dick and the sight of my round butt trying to pull away from your thrusts are burning a dark hole in your brain. Your hands. Even though they were some distance away from them she wasn't entirely comfortable letting him do this but she went along with his fetish as she always received a great foot and leg massage as her reward. She was naked except for her sarong which provided her a starting degree of modesty and knew that Rob would eventually make sure that it didn't hide any of her attributes.This morning she decided to let him have a bit more fun that usual. Rob had got up and gotten some body lotion and was. ." Megan whined, "show us!"Ava got off of Adam and stepped to the side. "I don't have sex with my clients," she stated, crossing her arms. Now that she had come to her senses again she had just realized why she was so wet, and had almost lost control: it was her fertile time of the month. Even touching the tip of Adam's cock to her inner pussy lips might have transferred some sperm-filled precum. It was scary, but also strangely exciting. Damned fertile brain! she thought.Megan looked at Adam's.