After closing the store, turning off the lights and locking the doors, she met him outside in the common area of the mall on a bench where he sat anxi...usly. Without a word, he thrust a plastic shopping bag, nodding for her to take it. Michelle took the bag, wondering what he had bought. She sat undecided for a moment, holding the bag on her lap, awkwardly exchanging looks with him and smiling shyly. "Well....?" he said finally, staring at her the whole time. "Look inside." Michelle reached. I hadn’t noticed the hole cut in the side of the wall. It was probably 8” wide and 10” high. I was watching a video when someone from the next booth stuck his cock thru the hole. I was surprised and unclear what to do so I just looked at it for a minute or two and he decided to pull it back thru to his side. Although I have never had a m2m experience I immediately thought I should have done something. I thought for a few minutes and decided to see if he was still there. I placed my finger into. ”, he thought as he gunned the engine again taking the bike onto the freeway at nearly 90 mph causing her to squeal and moan loud enough to hear her over the engine and the rushing wind. The faster he drove, the more she squealed and moaned and the more she squealed and moaned, the more she played with his nipples until they were hard and she was pinching and twisting them frantically. “If this keeps up much longer, I’m going to have to pull over and pound her cunt on the side of the freeway.”. That meant in order to be ontime for my first class, I needed to arrive at school two entire hours early. I was terrified my first few times riding by myself… now I realize the giant intense kid in the back was the one fucking with people. This went on for about three weeks. The grinding monotony of my life. It didn’t really get better, the scenery just changed. My mom put in an effort to stay home for the first few days, and then went back to drinking hard. I was fine with that. I just wanted.