Just today sir.” Now his hands were under her skirt, rhythmically pulling at her panties and making the rubber cock screw her deeper. She wants to t...rn around and take his cock out of his pants but does not dare. She’s already in enough trouble– but, god, she’s hot and she needs it! If only he had just let her go to the bathroom and get off.“All right. I understand. A healthy young woman like yourself. Sometimes you can’t help yourself. So go ahead.” He removes his hand from her crotch and pats. Now, it sat staring at me on the desk, as if it knew what I was becoming.The dildo was bigger than I remembered and my hand didn't quite fit round its girth. I could feel the lifelike veins on its black and smooth skin and I began to become concerned it wouldn't actually fit, as it was at least twice as big as my husband that meant it must be nearly 10" long. Still wondering, I clicked on more and more links and felt myself flood as the screen filled with the images of woman after woman being. He took his hand off mine. I kept my hand there. I was holding my mate’s stiff dick, gently squeezing the silky trackies round his hot boner. Oh fuck. The number of times I had dreamt about doing stuff like this to my mate. This was unreal. I could feel my mate’s hot cock throbbing in my hand. He was well big.I just stood there with my mate’s trackies-covered erection in my hand. My mate just stood there not saying nothing. He was breathing heavy. Then he let out a nice groan.“Oooh! that feels. I carried on driving, getting nowhere, until the sky began to darken. The sky had faded to a heavy grey when the car began to jitter and slow. I knew almost immediately that a bullet must have ripped through the fuel line. I pulled onto the shoulder and got out of the car, bending down to see what I had expected; diesel was pouring out of the car and soaking the dry earth beneath it. It was done, completely un-driveable. I closed the door and began to walk. I’d rested easy, knowing that they.