‘What are you still doing in here?’ I folded my arms over my chest. ‘I’m staying here while you make that sandwich.’ ‘Morgan, you’re bei...g a real bitch today. You got customers out front.’ ‘All the more reason that you need to hurry up and get that BLT made,’ I said. Something in my face told him he shouldn’t bother arguing with me, but I heard a few swear words muttered under his breath at me. I no longer cared if I was on Will’s shit list. Jobs were hard to come by in this town, but I’d find. Holding on to my ass he rammed that monster all the way home. It was like having my cherry popped again. "Ohhhhh...what a cock! Fuck me stud...ohhhh yeaaaaa, fuck me like the bitch dog I am," I cried over and over as I fucked my ass back hard against his ass pleasing fuck tool. Man this was what you call really having your ass plowed."YEA!! Take it you Bitch. I'm going to give you a fucking you'll never forget" (and I never have)."Ohhh look at his cock hungry ass eat that tool up," cried onr of. ” “Oh,” Shelly’s interest was piqued, “what are you doing at 3 p.m.? Have a hot date?” “Yes, actually I do.” “Going to give me the gory details or let my mind wonder with the infinite possibilities?” The teasing note of my friend’s voice was underlined by a fine edge. Shelly was the only person, friend or relative, whom I trusted with the knowledge of me being a whore. She understood why I did it, even envied me the total freedom it gave me. Although I knew she would never admit to being. He just started to breathe heavily; his cock tensed up and within a moment of that my son was pumping his load deep into my mouth and down my throat. He even came with an incredible amount too. I guess fucking me out there in the car with the garage door wide open was a kinky, wild thing to them. My son tasted so good, I worked his cock all around in my mouth, letting spurt after spurt, coat the entire inside of it. I ran his cock head along my lips, allowing his final spurt of cum, to.