It's what makes them tick that classifies them. Some are just fuck happy; others operate on some vindictive theory that only head-shrinkers can analyz..., and then there's your type, the greedy bitches, but in the end you all use your hot little pussies to get what you want. So let's get at it, honey. My cock's getting harder than a fence post just thinking almost filling that pretty, little belly of yours."Carol could only stare at him in shocked awe. His absolute vile and chilling vulgarity was. She asked me if was ever going to stop getting bigger, and I told her maybe not as long as she kept turning me on.We were at the far end of a very large parking lot that was pretty much vacant on the weekday, and I pulled around a corner into a shady space that was at least somewhat secluded. By this time she had my cock out and was rubbing it up and down, and I mentioned that since we had just come from a swim it was very clean and might taste really good to her. She sucked it into her mouth. I felt a large hand cup my bulge. I tried not to jump, but I couldn't help but gasp. I felt the presence of a very tall man cirling around me as the hand drifted away from my bulge. This was clearly the hockey player I spoke to. Suddenly those masculine hands were on my shoulders, gently pushing me forward. I walked blindly with caution. His hands weren't the only thing that guided me, though, I soon felt his throbbing bulge press between my ass cheeks. It was meaty quite hard, but obviously. Mandi unable to utter an intelligible response looked wide eyed and scared. Further discouraging events unfolded when Adam produced Mandi's own mobile phone asking "Is your company's number in here?"Mandi, unable to answer and bound in such a way that she could not struggle very well, felt the tears welling in her eyes as she realised that he latest chance of being listed as missing in London was quickly disappearing. A quick text message later and Adam left the room laughing like a hyena. In.