"Dennis, remember when you tutored me and you were obsessed with Mustangs? Remember how I didn't really know the differences between cars and I cut ou... a bunch of pictures of cars to decorate your locker for you?" she asked.I laughed and nodded my head."Are you still Mustang nutty?" she asked. I nodded again and smiled at her."Well, imagine that you were broke and you needed a car. Someone just gave you a Camaro or a Challenger. You'd drive it and you'd be glad to have it, but deep down inside. My realization was based on my hard cock pressing through my shorts into her wet panties. Then the look in her eyes made sense, she needed to orgasm. She feigned attempts to free herself, but I was able to let go of her throat and grab her hair holding her down to the mat.I used my other hand to pull at her panties until I had to move from between her legs momentarily to get them off her. If she was really fighting me, I could never have done this to her. I pulled my shorts off, and returned. I gently shuffled her further back into a corner, to better avoid interruptions from the likely restroom traffic, and went to work. My right hand slid down to cup her delicate, taut little ass, while my left slid up under her shirt along the smooth skin of her back, to stop along the line made by the strap of her completely unnecessary bra. She made some noise in her throat, perhaps of protest, but I kept her mouth locked down with my own throughout the assault. We were both breathing heavily. Now they were in bed, naked and cuddling in a post-coital glow, and Lauren was giggling as she described Heather’s suggestion.“Really?” he said curiously. “You know, I’d be more than happy to give the girl a personal demonstration. A very personal demonstration.”“Keep dreaming, buster!” laughed Lauren. She reached down and grabbed his cock. “I’m keeping this all for myself.” To her surprise, despite their recently completed screw, Peter was hardening rapidly. “Oh my God! This is really turning.