"Bend over!" he ordered again. She bent forward, putting both her hands on the hood of the car which meant her ass was sticking out a bit. "Spread you... legs," he hissed, and kicked her feet further apart. She could feel cool air under her skirt, on her pussy which was still wet from earlier."You were going 30km too fast," he said, puling up her skirt, exposing her ass. Taken by surprise she tried to stand up and stop this whole nonsense but with one swift move he pressed her shoulders right. I recognized her voice - Irene Ward, my brother's current boy toy, was moaning how Ken doesn't seem as interested in her, now that he took her cherry.Then, Sherry Hasting asked, "Is he even WORTH staying with?"Irene said, "Well, I guess so. When he did it for me, he gushed so much of that clear stuff (precum) that there was very little pain, and he had plenty of spunk left at the end."The grass having taken effect, Sherry sarcastically asked, "How do you KNOW how much he had left - did you. He parted my lower lips with a finger instantly coated in my wetness and began to stroke in slow circles across my clit. I made desperate little noises in my throat, and my hips moved of their own volition to grind against his hand. But as soon as I moved toward him, he pulled his hand away. "Greedy little slut," he said, lifting his face from my breasts to laugh at me. I heard him take a breath to speak again, but suddenly both our attention was caught by an appreciative whistle and. “It’s because I’m a naughty little slut,” she crooned.He spanked her again and she groaned, rubbing herselfharder and harder over his lap.“Because I fantasize about other men coming to thestable and finding me tethered to the hitching post.Horny men. Men who would use me. Naughty. OH! Make mesuck their big big dicks. Make me bend over and take itlike a loose cunted whore. Except,” her hand hadfinally found his dong and wrapped around him throughthe velvet.