Any resemblance between the writings in this work, and any actualpersons or places, living or dead, are purely coincidental, except whenused for satir...cal purposes.This work contains adult situations, adult language, adult concepts, andpossibly sex. If you are legally not allowed to read materialscontaining such things, then you will be breaking the law by readingthis. I am not responsible.Continuing to read this document, or storing it or reproducing itin any format means that you explicitly. I know it sounds horribly tacky but what’s a fellow to do when a pretty girl starts squirming around on his teenaged dick on the George Washington Bridge at rush-hour. I drained out so much spunk that it went through my thin trousers and onto her pretty pink frock with sticky evidence of my depraved nature. That was eighteen years ago and that girl had a memory like an elephant. I had even licked her pussy to make up for it the following weekend but I knew I was on the list and it would take a. She said it was very nice and that she would like to go for a ride in one some time , but now she would like to see what was in the back so I help her down from the cab ,witch gave me another good look at those lovely legs and knickers but as she came down she was sliding down against my now hard cock , she just looked at me and smiled. I then let her get in the back to have a look but this time I got in with her and closed the door what are you doing she said? You have had your look flashed. He'd just disappear, his car left at home, his stuff would collect dust. Police would find everything as he left it, no clue as to where he went...wait the invitation in the other room. They'd find that and question Alicia and her friends, maybe there was hope. His hope disappeared as he noticed Alicia's purse by the sink. By the purse was the invitation, his invitation. Alicia noticed what he was looking at, laughing she looked him in the eye. "You didn't think I'd leave behind any evidence.