"Yes, yes, yes!" But then why would you allow ... I mean ... why not..." I stuttered, flabbergasted."Because I knew I couldn't stop them ... and then ... knew you would ... I mean, who wouldn't? After all, you don't know me from a scummy hole in the floor ... and why would you? Nerdy, shy, bookish, Heather - always so smart with such a bright 'future' ... Fuck the future! I want you now! I always have, ever since Geo-1, and ... and ... I knew I couldn't, but I couldn't stand you being here. "Grab a seat, the coffees made, I'll bring it through." I took a seat on one side of the table. It looked as if it was hewn out of one huge log about five hundred years ago, and those years of polishing had given it a patina that could never be reproduced with modern methods. Marilyn came back with a cafetiere of freshly brewed coffee, cups, saucers, milk, sugar and a plate of shortbread biscuits. She poured the coffee and passed the cup over to me, then sat down on the side of the table. . touch him and see for your self” he says. You walk up to me and hesitantly reach for my erection. It looks even bigger close up. You touch the huge head with your fingers and my cock rears stiffening at your touch. “Its so big… so thick” you mutter. “Take it in your hand… Hold it” I whisper to you. Hesitantly your small fingers try to wrap around the thick shaft. You squeeze my cock and find it to be rock hard. By this time your husband is next to you. He reaches out and touches my cock. “Man. "Probably don't have coffee?" No but the driver can stop for some." And he had the driver do justthat once they had reached the city of Boone.The driver made good time for having to drive the elongated vehiclethrough the curvy mountain roads, stopping in Wilkesboro to give Tom amuch needed bathroom break.As they were nearing interstate 77 Cara's father reached his hand overto Tom's knee. Tom felt a slight prick of pain. "What, what did you do?" Sorry son, but it is against our laws to allow you.