She waited patiently even though the bent over position was getting a bit tough on her back but nothing continued to happen for a full minute.“Um, i... everything ok? Sir?” Emma asked around her shoulder.“I...” Mike trailed off and paused before finishing. “I’ve never done this. My girlfriend and I never did any, uh, butt stuff. I don’t...” His voice had lost all of its authority.“Oh, uh, that’s ok. First, you need to find something to lubricate your, uh, penis and my butt. I usually use baby oil. Hedoesn't have tits. He just doesn't. He doesn't have long black hair orthe fancy long nails that made it harder to get into the bottle of Coke.In the visor mirror, he sees his own eyes. But they're framed by darklashes and the trace of eye-shadow.The passport is in his hands next. The Mexican one. It belongs to thegirl in the mirror.Her first name is Cynthia. Her last name is the same as Fernando's.Fernando chuckles. "It's so much cheaper to make a Mexican passport."***The ringing is in his. Me: arre pehle thi but break up ho gaya uske baad time he nai mila mujhe ki mai kisi ladki pe dhyan du.Tanya: acha tumhe kaisi gf chahiye. Mai tumhare liye dhundungi.Me: bas aap jaisi dhund do koi mast si.Tanya: (blushed) chal hatt apni aunty se aisi baat karta hai.Me: arre sachi aap jaisi he chahiye.Tanya: acha tujhe mujhme kya acha lagta hai ?Me: apke face, apki body, apki smile.Tanya: body?Me: ha apka figure.Tanya: (gusse mai) how dare you to speak to me like this.Me: apko nai acha lagta k. Despite a valiant effort, and the Crown Vic runnin' a little hot on account of the shithead mechanic, the heater never quite managed to beat the chill in the cab, but when I turned it off I sure as hell appreciated the effort. The cold damp night penetrated deep into my bones. I didn't want to look weak in front of her, so I fought the shivers.It didn't look like the cold was getting to her at all. She didn't have enough cloth on her to make a decent snot-rag, but she looked comfy. Her cheeks.