Eventually, I saw Paul emerge from the door of the bar and I wasn't too surprised to see that he was not alone. I was surprised, however, that it was ...ot joyce that was with him, although they had looked so "together" in the bar. Instead, it was Cindy who walked to the truck with Paul. They got in, Cindy in the middle between Paul and me, and we drove out of the parking lot. At this point, I realized I was only along for the ride and was feeling a little like a third wheel, but I had nowhere to. I would look up and see a man stroking his stiff cock until the semen spewed out of it; that image was immediately replaced with another one showing a man ejaculating onto the shelf of a black woman’s heavy breasts as she held them up to his shaft. I’d move my gaze over to the image of a woman being fucked silly, her oiled tits bobbing up and down. I’d see a finger plunged into a cunt, a riding crop smacked against an ass cheek ... every image calculated to bring me to a higher climax. I could. I picked up my bag, said goodbye to my parents and, Patti drove me to the airport. We had a tearful goodbye as she dropped me off in front of the terminal. I got out of the car, opened the back door and pulled my bag out of the back seat. As I turned to put my bag on the curb, I was pulled up off of my feet into a bone-crushing embrace."You behave yourself; no wild parties. I'll be here, waiting for you when you get back."With that she kissed me long and hard, virtually taking my breath away. I. I used to watch him all the time he was so hot and so cool, thats why I think I swooned He was paying attention to me, he was pleasing looking with a muscled hard body, he worked out a lot, his big huge arms, big hands, strong facial features, really short light brown hair, brown eyes that seemed to look right through me, he had a tattoo of barbwire around his right upper arm, he was so hot, so cool, I was flattered he even talked with me and before I knew it, it was too late to turn back. It.