Cody honked his horn again, damn teenage kids racing on the freeway. Todays not your day for driving, Dylan mused. Fuck you, I drive just fine its eve...y body else, I dont know how they got their licenses. He muttered. How do you want me to run it? Dylan asked. First get her coordinates, Im sure her address is in there whether its her car or not. Cody heard him typing away and refocused his attention as she kept switching lanes, what was she doing? She lives in San Diego. Shes almost forty. .."Yes please Mistress", I replied, as my cock grew stiffer and stiffer. "Well then, the little girl will have to pay a price wont she...? As Alice began to get faster and harder, she leant forward and pushed the back of my head down, under my body. From this position, I found that my own, very erect, cock was only a few inches from my face. I attempted to lick head of my bobbing cock as it came closer and closer to my open mouth. "When the little girl cums I want her to do it all over her own. She wanted to be a graphics designer but jobs in that field were scarce. Slinging coffee was something she had to do to get to the life she prepared for with all her schooling. It had been 2 years and Karla was getting impatient. This wasn’t the life she wanted and she knew a better one just had to be coming soon.One day while coming home after a long hard day, a tall young black man sat beside her on the train. He was dressed in the usual, thuggish-like, street gear that the young kids were. “Uugghhhhhh!” the evening’s star moaned as she felt his fat hard-on slip in between her salmon-colored folds and begin its descent into her overheated channel.“Aaarrgghhhh!” Bob screamed as he—his aching dick, more specifically—was at last inside of some primed pussy.He tossed his head around and simply exhaled. The feel of her muggy, snug cuntal walls rippling up and down his southbound prick was exhilarating. It was a somewhat tight descent for Bob’s manhood, but the tightness of Marti’s.