’ She almost smiled, ‘Thank you, you’re very sweet, but I don’t think I’m in the mood anymore.’ ‘Alright, but if you change your mind, l...t me know. The offer’s still open.’ Sarah watched him as he walked away. She remembered what it was like to be young and spontaneous. Years ago she would have taken him up on the offer, just dropped her plans on a whim, and gone dancing. Not anymore though. She watched the storm for a few minutes more, savouring the memory of the waiter’s invitation. She. I felt like if we will be driving like 10 more miles I’ll be squirting all over the spot. Lucky me before the point of no return we just arrived. The car stopped and all the guys being gents (or just wanna kiss on cheek a cute girl in miniskirt) wanted to get out to say goodbye. Unfortunately in the struggle to get out from that car I slipped of the lap right into the gear shifter rod. The rod penetrated into my soaking wet pussy and I felt that I was so close to that point so I just wanted to. I felt like such a whore at this point. This is what I wanted. This is what I desired. This is what I dreamed of in my nights alone in bed. The man behing me continued his rhythm while the man in front on my encouraged my cock sucking tell me how to suck him, to lick his balls, stroke his shaft, and to such him deep and hard. I felt the man behind me begin to quicken and felt his cock enlarge and spasm as he shot himself, emptied himself in me. So hot. So good. So nasty. He pulled himself back. Because that's who I am.I don't hang about; time, tide and breakfast at the Gladstone wait for noone.*Norah Russell reads the note she found beneath the magnetic elephant onthe side of the fridge-freezer and fixes me with a look that couldtransform a jeroboam of the finest Champagne into a liquid only a fish andchip shop or a pickle factory might find a use for. There's more steamcoming from her ears than the Flying Scotsman generated at top speed. Wereher hairnet to work loose, it would take.