“Driver?” she calls out. “Are you certain we’re going the correct way?” The driver’s eyes glance up at the mirror of the windscreen but he...doesn’t answer. “Driver?” she calls out again.Donna begins to panic now. She starts to reach for the door only to realize that they are going too fast for her to jump. Instead she settles back into the seat, hoping to come up with a plan for when the transport stops. But instead of the transport coming to a stop, it is suddenly shaken. It shifts to the side. They even sort of looked alike. Maybe that was why I have been attracted to my husband. Only he didn’t like to go down there, you know, to my womanhood, not the way Dan did. I pitied the lady – no, make that slut, who my cheating husband was screwing. That girl would not walk away bowlegged like when Dan, my teen lover had made ravaging sex to his nubile girlfriend. Me. I wondered briefly if my young brother-in-law was as big between his legs as my first boyfriend had been.Yes, I. She could handle her mother, drunk, drinking, or sober, and her father was always telling her to have all of the fun she could while she was young enough to enjoy things to the fullest.She didn't think he would approve of the offbeat fun she'd enjoyed that evening, though! The peeking at the swappers had been great fun, too. That Betty! Fucking herself with a pony's cock! Pee-wee's cock was just about as big as a large horse's, though. But she wouldn't think about that! Hell, she might get. . and I don’t want you to come just yet..” she winked.“Okay” I smiled back, feeling sheer relief. She instructed me to lay down on the bed, just as she had been. Nikki started softly kissing my legs, then gradually worked her way up to my thighs, and then towards my pussy. I could feel her deliberately avoiding it, trying to tease me and get me even wetter. I looked down between my legs and still couldn’t get my head around it. Is this actually happening, or did I get smashed last night, and.