The woman looks apprehensive, not sure of my intentions. I walk up to her and start to ask her what the problem is. To try and allay her fears I stay ...everal feet away from her, trying to let her know that my intension was to help not hurt her. She tells me that she ran out of gas. And asks if there is a gas station within walking distance.I am a tradesman and my vehicle is a pickup with a full cap. The cap is for the purpose of protection for the considerable amount of tools that I have to. Not again... Please, stop."But Julie's protest was weak and Millie knew that her friend could take much more than a single world-shattering orgasm. And she was right.Julie kept cumming, two, three, four, five times in a row. As the fifth climax ended, Julie made Millie come closer, kissing her friend. It was Millie's turn... "Rhonda? Where are you?" Up here, Mom," she cried out from her bed. Rhonda lay on her bed writing a new entry on her diary, a sort of poem describing how she felt. My next story will be about my social life in Phoenix.I took Melanie along on a family trip to Disney World and we had a blast. She was a short woman, around 5’2”, but she had these huge breast implants that really made her stand out. There were other uses for those pretty breasts, and I enjoyed them. It seemed like at least once a day my cock was rubbing in between those massive mounds, with warm scented oil poured all over our appropriate parts. She opened her mouth wide when it was clear. "They're lovely," I responded."Hmmm! Would you like to touch them? To run your hands up to them?"I ought to resist, but the sight and nearness were proving too tempting. I reached out and slipped a hand on her knee. Sensing the soft feel of the nylon beneath my palm, I started to slide my hand along her thigh."Mmmm! That feels good, Jonny," she almost purred.I was stirring below once more and realized that events were starting to overtake. Now, unable to resist, I allowed my hand to slip.