The bottom of the food chain in racing, where I was, usually had a race team of one: driver/mechanic/fan club. The lucky ones had a pretty girl who co...ld take over the fan club duties. The luckiest drivers had a fan club who would marry them and maybe help them create an entire pit crew with the same last name and the additional tax exemptions. I was tinkering on my old tattered carburetor when an unruly mop of brunette hair fell into the engine compartment of my Ford. ‘Hey,’ she said in her. She wore a white cotton peasant blouse that held a truly impressive pair of breasts (at least 38s, he guessed) and a long denim skirt. Definitely a class act," he thought. This should be fun. At a minimum, I get to throw a scare into her and get some cash. At best, well, it wouldn't be the first time he got some broad frightened enough to give him a little 'service' by the side of the road."Elsbeth reached out to hand the officer her license. He studiously ignored it. Ma'am, do you. A wailing sound escaped from Priscilla's throat. Hearing this, Jim hammered into her like a man possessed, feeling her pulsing flesh around his member, until his own violent release came over him. He pressed forward then, unconsciously aiming for the deepest possible penetration, and then his manhood spewed forth his essence deep into Priscilla's womb.It was good that they were all lying on their sides already. They took a while recovering with Jim still embedded in Priscilla. Rose was the. As I reached back and spread my cheeks apart, Robert pushed his finger in me. He wiggled his finger as he twisted his hand around. Then he pulled it out. He said to take a deep breath, as I did he pushed two fingers in me. It hurt a little at first but soon felt better. After a few minutes I felt a third finger pushing in.My dick was so hard it hurt. I looked between my legs and seen my dick dripping. As Robert fucked my butt with his fingers he rubbed my back, saying I can't wait to fuck your.