No, intersection then right, then left again.The car drove, stopping at lights, making turns, moving farther and farther away from the Smithsonian. An... with every turn, I had harder and harder time remembering the orders. Was it two left turns then right? And where was the pothole? And how would this even help anyways? It was so pointless trying to keep track.So frustrating.I wished right then that my intelligence serum would run out. I would give anything to be an airhead bimbo, not caring. He stiffened up pretty quick, and a couple of minutes later he had his face buried between my legs. Heaven.His dick was getting pretty respectable, so after a bit we swapped ends. I grunted as he entered me. He'd felt pretty big in my mouth, but that's often just a bit of perspective. He didn't seem to lose that size when he slid it home."God, that's good," I said when I felt his balls against my bottom."I haven't been called God for a while," he said, smiling. "Thank you."He had such an. The hypersensitive flesh responding.The air rushes around his arm as he draws back. Farther this time I can tell. His hand lands roughly, nails catching the curve of my cheek. Though I was clenching my muscles as tightly as I could my muscles still reverberate. I feel the tears begin streaming down my face. They are cool rivers against my scalding skin. I am burning from the inside out. He has made me flame, a phoenix. I would wipe them away normally, but I have my instructions. My hands are. The best place handy to think was probably out in the yard so I pulled on some shorts and headed out the door.My memories of doing this before were sketchy at best. I was pretty sure that April would be there but Karen wouldn’t. The other way around would have been much nicer. The only firm memories I had from the first go around were the ugly green carpet and Trish’s welcoming smile.The carpet was inconsequential, but the smile was preying on my mind, reminding me of one of the greatest.