“Please baby let me cum and can’t hold it any longer”. She was naked and again straddled my face. “You bring me off again and clean me up fi...st, and then we’ll discuss how you will get off”. With that she lowered her dripping cunt onto my mouth. She rode my face for about 15 minutes before she was again satisfied. “Do you want to cum now my loving husband, do you dear”.“Yes oh yes, fuck just let me cum”!“I told you that you might like my inner slut, did I not”? Yes I answered. “But you. The front driver's section was partitioned off so she couldn't see out thefront windshield, and there were no windows in the back. Very thorough on theirpart; no one could see her and no one would hear her over the noise on thefreeway if she tried to scream for help. They drove for hours with not a word spoken by anyone. Shewas sure there were at least three men in the van, the driver plus the twowatching her. None of them said a word to each other, communications were bylooks and gestures. By. Jones started to suck my cock. I had a crush on this girl for a while but never had the courage to ask her out cause I wasn’t the quarterback. I was surprised got scared and ran upstairs. I went to my room and got in my bed under my covers and I could hear them talking downstairs and then they both walked up to my room and walked in. while they were in my room they asked if I was ok and if I would uncover myself so they could both suck and fuck my big hard cock. I didn’t know what to do and. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, winner of the game, winner of the tournament…Peter P Hansson of Sweden!’ The announcer’s voice was saccharine, it left little sticky spots like when you have spilled syrup and step in it. I hoped he would not keep talking. Having a sticky mess in my ears would make it even harder than usual to understand when they interviewed me. A woman in the front row was watching me with what sounded like hunger, a keening bright green noise. I quickly looked away. Too bright. There.