I held out my hand to flag it down, but it just kept going. Didn't even slow down to acknowledge my presence. This didn't surprise me. Not many taxi d...ivers wanted to pick up a drunken teenager at that time of night.I continued to walk down the street searching for another cab. I walked past a group of men who were obviously as wasted as I was. They made some comments about my legs and how nice they were. I just gave them the finger and continued trying to avoid stepping on glass.Finally I saw. When I first came here I would never have been able to endure it. I was in agony, after just the first stroke, but I could tolerate pain a lot more now. I managed to take the first three strokes in silence, then had to moan. After five, I was yelling. I shouted in agony at each stroke, louder and louder…..the yelling helped me take the pain, I had discovered. By the 20th stroke I was rocking and swaying unsteadily, weeping and sobbing, but still just managing to hold in position. My ass was. You take my head._ Lick my pussy!Hmmm i start to lick and eat it trough your pants. You're moving your hips to the same rythm. You moan. You feel the heat of my breath, and my tongue trying to get though the thin fabric. I move your pants on the side to get access to your pussy. It's really wet. You 're moving nervously now. And moan louder._ Oh yes! Lick that juice! Swallow it all!You don't have to ask me! I like it so much! When i get a finger inside, and start to stroke, you seem to get. Stifling a moan she slid her finger further down, to where a creamy substance slowly oozed out of her.Inevitably it was the boys at the back who were the first to come forward. “That’s very good, boys,” she told them, as they stood one on either side of her, fondling her breasts, then leaning in to clamp their lips round taut nipples. This encouraged others to come forward, and soon there was a crowd. Young, eager hands touched her; feeling, groping, all wanting their share of the action.Their.