It was so late that very few cars were passing on the freeway. And I didn't even have my cell phone with me. Well, I thought, maybe I can wave someone...down and they'll call a tow-truck for me. If not, maybe they’d give me a ride home, I thought. As I watched the approaching lights of the very next car, I put out my hands and started waving frantically. Wow, I thought. I don’t believe it. The first car I waved at is stopping. Slowly the car pulled over and stopped in front of mine. I stayed. Shall we begin gentlemen?” They had been massaging their cocks as he spoke. They were all hard. The first man laid down on the bench and they had me straddle him in a position I was getting familiar with. I was lowered onto his cock. I moaned loudly. The bench was just wide enough for my knees to be on either side so I was able to move up and down. I started to thrust immediately, desperately. The man roughly grabbed me “Not yet slut!” He was grinning at me. The second man spat on ass several. After a while couldn't stand in this position any longer, stopped and pulled out. Amanda looked at me and I pulled her off of the table and turned her around. I put her left leg on the table and entered her from behind. I placed one hand on her left thigh, the other on her firm right ass cheek, and fucking went full send on her ass. Watching my cock slamming that pussy, under that ass that I've been wanting for years, made my balls start to produce cum. "Fuck yes dont stop" Amanda said between. " He was an English teacher; his classroom full of posters talking about grammar rules or quotes from famous literature.His jaw didn't drop to the floor, but it certainly fell wide open when he saw me. Mr. Sullivan was the epitome of the hip teacher: his long, red hair pulled back into a ponytail, only starting to gray with age, and a close-trimmed red beard gave him a rugged, handsome cast to his face, only spoiled by the start of a middle-aged gut. He dressed in a blue jeans, a casual shirt,.