She stopped to examine the first few, but ‘I’m alive’ was all that was written upon them. A mile further into town, the signs changed, and now t...ey had arrows added on to them, not that she really paid them any mind, they all directed her to remain on I-40. When she reached the dead center of the city, something new was added… this time the message told her to take the next off ramp. She gladly followed this direction to yet another billboard. This one had a much more detailed message: written. I felt his hot breath on the gusset of my knickers. I came, just a little, non earth shattering one. Not like last nights. My knickers were wet, he pressed his face against them, breathing my aroma, my sent, my wetness in. His cock was big. Big and black, just how I liked them. I lent forward, careful not to lift off his face, and took it into my mouth. I licked, I sucked. I nibbled his shaft, as he pulled my panties to one side and slipped his tongue inside me. He came, and I felt. I became her friend and confidant. Someday she would be really sad and being the nice guy I was, used to smuggle in cans of beer that I used to slip into her hands, much to her delight. I guess an innocuous comment from the maid triggered it all off. She remarked how my t-shirts were wet every morning in the clothes hamper. I never pay attention to household matters so I ignored the comment. It was around 12 that night when I heard the sound of a key drop. A strange beam of light was in my. Emma is so ripe for more. After kissing and smiling down on her, Donald tells Emma to roll over and lift her ass. The picture before him is delightful. The stockinged legs, the bare upper thighs, and now her lovely ass cheeks before him. He leans between her legs again and licks and kisses her inner thighs, going up to her cunt and licking some of the wetness away, which is only replaced with more. Emma is now a leaking faucet which one cannot stop the stream from. It might slow a little,.