’ ‘Two Middle Eastern horse racing identities who arrived just a few days ago to purchase a mysterious mare are both dead. Some well-known crimina... identities died of a drug overdose in the toilets of a notorious nightclub. ‘As well, several bodies were in the destroyed home of the crime baron Dingo Ryan. Their manner of death suggests that Thuggees, followers of the Goddess Kali, are responsible but police admit they have no clues to follow.’ The newsreader made a dry remark as he introduced. "Hey..." she realised she didn't know his name, "hey mister I'm stuck."The young man crunched through a gear change and cussed an excuse for his poor driving.Damn winding roads," hearing Sandy he answered, "just a little further, be patient."The truck slowed and turned then she felt the gradient of the hill."Hey I'm getting a little hot in here," she said in a polite friendly tone.The young man nodded in agreement yeah she was hot; fucking amazingly hot. He thanked his luck that he had come. " she motioned for me to get on my hands and knees and in a moment I was kneeling directly in front of her. She stood motionless."Now get my cock out and suck me." she ordered. I reached for her panties. "Put your hands down! They need to be behind your back or on the cheeks of my ass. nowhere else. you understand?" I complied.I needed to use my tongue, nose, and lips to maneuver her cock from her panties. I used my nose and cheek to raise her bulge as high as I could and slipped my tongue into. You know everything you imagine, I see too right? It’s bad enough that image is already seared into my mind.But there is no way Penelope is going to sleep anytime soon now. What she has just seen is playing over and over again in her mind. She cannot help herself. She slides her fingers over her soaking wet cunt, pressing against her clit in tight circles. She orgasms quickly, and it takes every bit of self-control to hold back the yowl when she does. Only when she is satisfied does she fall.