One by one, they all got a quick view of my pussy getting self satisfaction. Looking down as I had to brake, this sexy black driver asked "if I needed...any help"? I looked up at him, shaking my head no as I inserted a 3rd finger for his viewing pleasure. "C'mon pretty lady, don't do me like that" he replied, still grinning while watching me finger fucking myself. Teasingly, I removed my fingers and placed them to my opened mouth and flicked my extended tongue fully to lick my juices off. "Aw. "We are the only ones awake and I am positive no one will be up for hours." I thought about this for a moment. Should I just go one up to bed and forget this night ever happened or did I let my dad teach me to suck cock? "What do I need to do," I asked him, almost embarrassed by how much I really did not know about sexual acts in general. My dad stood up and paced around the room for a minute, tapping his fingers against the side of his pajama pants. He tended to tap his fingers when he was. Gabriel lit the candles in the living room and the bedroom with his BiC multi-purpose utility lighter. He loved using it because it kept his delicate hands away from the fire and heat. He sprayed himself and the bed with ‘warm sugar vanilla’ body spray. He also made sure the bed was covered with a bit of the fragrance. He sprayed a bit into the air duct to make the apartment feel fresher. Gabriel’s phone pinged. A text from D alerted him that he was on the bus and five minutes away. D. Can’t a woman just walk around without being harassed? Aside from those disgusting attempts to catch my attention, the excitement of a new place coursed through my veins. Here I was, 26 years old and in the city of the angels ready to make my big break. Who would have ever thought a small town girl like me would have made it to LA. I just won my first big swimsuit contest back in Fort Lauderdale and my prize was a two-page spread in the Automotive Import Mechanics magazine. St. Tropez was.