Each day Luann would get sexier and sexier in the shorts that she wore, the tops that she wore, and in the way she looked at me.Then one day, coach wa... not with her when I heard the knock on my door. He had to go out of town, his father was sick.Luann was in a very different outfit that day. She was basically wearing a tiny bikini to run in. Her breasts were bursting out all around her skimpy top and the bottom was tucked completely into her ass. I would have followed her anywhere. She wanted. Finally last night while I was trolling my favorite truck stop (looking so cute I must say) parked my car, opened the door, (my dress was already hiked up showing my garter straps and stocking tops). Did not take long before an older man approach I smiled as always and greeted him “Hi hon. want a blow job”. He looked around to see if anyone was watching and extended his hand to help me out. Holding his hand and leading to the clearing behind the dumpster enclosure (I had put a picnic table back. "Please....oh GOD...I'm a cock slave...put it in me...I love cock!" Ifelt another blast of cum in my eyes that ran down my face, and I waspushed to the floor, dislodging the cock from my ass. My ass wasgaping, and I felt the cum trickling into it. As I was wiping my eyes,and attempting to make another plea for cock, I was maneuvered into thefamiliar piled river position. A pair of knees held my feet firmly tothe floor behind my head, and the owner's cock was jammed into mymouth, making. " "I want to love you, Monica," Ethan answered softly, "You're so beautiful." "You're so good, Ethan," Monica whispered, "Am I wrong to want you?" Ethan smiled and kissed her deeply, moving up between her legs he placed his glistening cockhead at her lovehole. Monica arched her hips and put her legs around his waist. Ethan slowly slid inside, her drenched vagina taking him readily as her tightness gripped him in a flaming encasement. They welded together, their hips rocking in rhythm; Monica.