As long as she was seen as an attractive lady who had an interest in sex just like any other woman, she was okay with never being asked again. She had...learned by now that she could get any guy she wanted into bed. But she was deluding herself. Not the part about being able to get any guy she wanted. She knew the signals to send, the look to give, the subtle nuances and touches that would let a guy know that she was interested. It was the part about it being okay if she was never asked again. I definitely didn’t want that.We turned round shortly after that and headed back. Half way there Freya said,“Time for number 5; Alfie, turn that egg on; and turn the knob to full; I want it to be a quick one so that we can get back and I can have one.I didn’t have any say in the matter as the egg burst in to life. I stopped walking and let out a big gasp. I shivered as the egg started to do its job. Freya came and hugged me as the egg quickly got the better of me. I screamed as it hit me and it. I begged him to "stop" and pull out when he came but he told me no and with a growl, he slams all the way in me and starts to unload. This causes me to moan out, I can feel my balls churning so I reach down and start to violently stroke my cock, which is rock hard. I cum within seconds of doing this. I cum on my stomach which gets smashed by his, mixing my cum with his sweat. He lays on top of me for a bit, breathing heavily and growling and snarling like a rabid a****l. He eventually pulls out. Thankfully, I was behind the steering wheel and wearing my favorite sunglasses so neither my erection or my eyeballs trying to pop out of my head were visible. But I must have been smiling, because Megan returned my smile as she belted Nicky in the backseat and then slid herself into the front passenger seat. The drive to the theater was only about 15 minutes, and we chatted about a cartoon that Nicky had watched earlier and thought was just hilarious. The lady at the ticket booth gave me and.