Now Bob goes: L-O-N-G. "Jim has a LONG dong."Cheryl challenges him, also glancing at each of us other guys. "Okay, how come all the words from guys a...e about dicks?"Before any of us can answer, Cindy replies, "Well, that's what guys think with ... what do you expect?"Cheryl puts in her two cents: "Maybe a little more variety?" Yeah, I know she's been all about variety lately.The other two women both retort, in unison, "That'd be nice."All three of us guys have defensive "what?" looks on our. Find a backwoods mini-market, buy wine and picnic items and snacks, thus sealing the deal for the owner. Piece of cake, no more, thanks. Next time don't buy a whole sponge cake, it doesn't really go all that well with pop wine. Fake ID, hot rod, do wop or the 'Ink spots' playing on the 8-track in a continuous loop. Moderate success getting to first base with Betty Lou. Actually no one is buying the fake Fonzie act or the whole American Graffiti universe- how can high school k**s be nostalgic. The intensity of the orgasm weakened her to the point she collapsed forward onto her head, her ass still thrust up presenting itself to Selassie.Simon moved his cock up to the entrance to her inviting pussy. She was so soaked that his golf ball sized cock head easily slid into her. A soft moan came from the Queen's head still buried in the mattress. He grabbed her hips and slammed his cock in to the hilt. Simon slapped her ass while he slammed his cock in and out of her pussy. Her pussy was. I couldn't resist the temptation, and pressed the button just as her ass presented itself to the seat, causing a flutter of staccato noise to echo around the vicinity. I feigned ignorance, as Alice shot back up off her seat. "Jesus Christ!" she exclaimed. "... Our Saviour and Lord!" I added for the surprised onlookers. I think I got away with it ...Alice slowly sat down gingerly as I tried to wipe the grin from my face. Once sat I put my hand back in my pocket and adjusted the control to set.