“Going on the lamb. I hope you don’t write that way,” I suggested. “How arcane.”“I was channeling Humphrey Bogart,” Janet replied with a...laugh.“He was before my time even,” I said. “As was James Cagney.”“So where are we going for dinner,” Janet asked.“You pick it,” I suggested.“In that case I’m going to research it.” I said. There were no five star restaurants in the Triboro area, but most of the highway motels had restaurants. They were staffed with cooks who wore uniforms anyway. That seemed. I just helped her to get into a good position, being short, her feet were off the ground so I needed to make sure that she was stable. I held her firmly with my left arm and said, "I am happy you are wearing such a short skirt Jenny, that will make it a lot easier than if we had to take your pants down." She turned her head back with just a slight smile and said, "I'm glad I did something to make today easier for you, Mr. Mann." "If you are ready Jenny, try to remain still while I lift up your. He began to slide in and out, slowly, thumb in my asshole. I heard another car pull up, I guessed that it was linked to the radio call.A hand squeezed my left tit, pinching my nipple hard, mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmm, such a turn on, and I knew I had guessed right. My cutoff denim jacket was removed, followed by my yellow basque, leaving me almost naked bar my stockings and boots. Costas started fucking me hard, gripping me hip and giving it everything, like he hadn’t fucked for a long time. He held so. "Remember how to handle a long stick," John whispered in her ear. Inside, Amy's heart was racing. She smiled and grasped John's cock firmly with both hands, marveling at how it still protruded several inches through them both. She was barely able to close them enough for her thumbs to touch her finger tips. As she looked down upon John's amazing specimen extended in front of her, she couldn't imagine how it would ever fit inside her. "Be gentle with me," she said with slight difficulty.