“You like the way I taste?” She smiled.I couldn’t help but nod my head.She opened her legs wider, spreading herself with her fingers and tossing...the vibrator aside. “Come and get it from the source then.” She told me.I was still telling myself that I couldn’t do this, that it was wrong, that it was infidelity, that it was, most of all, dangerous. But my body wasn’t listening to any of this. Seemingly independent of my brain, I found myself sliding out of my seat, abandoning my pilot’s duties. It's large and comfortable with plush black leather seats. He tells me his company leases these for executives when they travel. He travels here frequently. We drive a few stops closer to home. He's still rubbing his fingers over the back of my hand, which is resting on my leg, as we drive. The parking lot seems isolated. I've taken this stop home before, so I'm not worried. This wasn't bad. Maybe we'll make another date and I can let him take me out to dinner. I wonder if he'll kiss me good. Barb waits and waits, but Dave did not come back down, so she goes to see what was taking him so long.She walks into his room to find him laying on his bed naked reading. His big cock laying sideways on his stomach.“Well what do we have here? Laying there naked like that. What are you trying to do make this girl go crazy?”“No I didn’t feel like putting any clothes back on yet.”His sister starts taking off her clothes, and strips off every thing.“Now Babb’s he says, I don’t want any. In Ireland you can drink when you are 18. I would go into the pub, having changed out of my uniform and roll up the till with a crate of beer. I never got asked for ID, it was a joke really, looking back, so wrong. Anyhoo, there was me, 15 years of age, walking out on to the public street, in the middle of town, with a crate of Bud. I would bring it around the corner to a lane way where my mates would be waiting and we would divide it up and pack it in our school bags. We would then cycle the.