“Hola! My name is Dora. And I wish to use this bridge.” She said politely as she bow a bit. “Of course my dear Dora.” The rough voice replied....“But there are payments needed to be made.” Dora nods. Understanding. As in this realm, if the person built it, then he have the right to ask for tolls. “Sure thing. How much do you need?” She ask, as she prepare herself to count the money in her backpack. “3… Orgasm…” The rough voice replied. Her eyes widens a bit hearing that. She has heard about. Fortunately, you don't have to.The driver knows where he's going, and raises the privacy glass. As it cleanly slides into place on whispering motors, the faint snick of the glass meeting metal is like the ringing of a dinner bell. Suddenly, those eyes, formerly veiled in innuendo, are openly hungry. You open your mouth to speak, to do anything to break the tension, to make sure that this isn't just some day dream; and find your self quickly silenced by a ravenous mouth. She swings herself. During my last year I started to be in the same class as a girl called Jennifer, who was, I kid you not, the hottest girl I had ever seen. Being in Sixth Form we didn't have to wear uniform so she often wore clothes that showed off her remarkable figure. On this particular day she was wearing a white laced top with a white vest top and a pair of tight skinny jeans. She had 32D breasts that bounced when she walked and the curvy hips and nice ass every guy dreams about. She was truly a goddess.. But still, alone on my bed the thoughts returned again and again. I decided to try and settle things once and for all. I went for my run and spotted Jack and deliberately ran towards him. “Hi Jack” I said “It must be my turn to buy the coffee”. “That isn’t necessary” he said but I insisted. “Hello Randy” I said and he started to wag his tail. We went to the café and as I sipped my coffee and tried to think of a way to broach the subject that was playing on my mind.“He is looking at me funny.