So he got his bike into the back of my 1984 goldtone Toyota Corolla and we drove somewhere dark and he pulled his cock out of his black jeans and said...I should really be more careful doing this shit, but then he pushed my head down and forced his cock into my mouth and started fucking it so hard that I was gagging, but he kept ramming it and holding my head down so I couldn’t pull up from what he was doing and said to me “you got a little bit more than you were bargaining for aren’t you?” in a. He smiles and our eyes meet, his are soft, brown and unblinking. I feel the damp sheen of perspiration rise on my palms a second or so before the first gentle wave of arousal tweaks my nipples and tugs at my insides. I slouch on the still warm vinyl of the seat, my heart thumping as I watch him cross the boardwalk. I’m terrified that he’ll sit somewhere else. Fighting the urge to put my hand up to my face and touch my nose, an awful habit, I smile radiantly, catching his eyes as he begins to. Steve’s theory is that Dustin Brady is Rachel’s father, but he died, so there is nothing we can do there. DNA tests, court rulings, and a restraining order haven’t worked. Short of putting a hit on Carla, I don’t know what we can do!”“I did ask Gwen Meyer to call Brandon Littleton to see if he’d have a word with Carla, but I think the chances of THAT are vanishingly small, if not zero. What I don’t want is for Rachel to suffer because her mother is obsessed with a fiction.”“Maybe a private word. Although Tiffany attempted to conceal her feelings, Reggienoticed her mortified expression. "Hi," Tiffany coldly blurted, out of social obligation ratherthan from any sincere gladness to meet the dark stranger. "What's up?" Reggie replied as his black eyes roamed everyinch of Tiffany's nubile body - her silky blond hair, sapphireeyes, fair skin, splendidly tight ass that stuck out just theright amount, and perky tits. She looked better in person than inthe photograph Kelly had shown him.