The girls were sure to be ready for some real fun, but not for getting stopped by the cops. He needed a driver who could handle that damn van. Looking...around the dorm, he could not find a suitable candidate until someone remembered that frosh kid. The big shy one who was trying out for the wrestling team had said he drove a utility company van all summer to get his spending money for the school year. The guy was poor as a church mouse and did not look like the type to be good with girls, but. How would it feel to have a flesh-and-blood cock dipping into my overflowing juices, and to feel a lover's tip squishing and gently smacking against my swollen cunt?I pulled the toy out again, and very slowly, I turned it on. I was already turned on myself, so the shock was not so bad. I felt the vibrations running up and down my arm, and I carefully laid the tip on a juice-wet lip.Up and down, slowly and slippery, I moved the toy along me. Then, up over onto my mound, leaving a diamond trail. I used to drop my nephew at the bus stop in the morning accompanied by Smita, almost daily on my motor cycle and she regularly pressed her boobs on my back and increased my sex hunger.Once I, with my cousin was returning on my bike from a distant place in the late evening. The lane was almost lonely. She had embraced me from back with her full strength pressing her large but soft boobs on my back and I was enjoying the pressure.All of a sudden, she caught my dick and balls over my pant in her. "How about giving it back?" How about goin' to hell," he said, fumbling a pistol from his belt. I was on him in two steps, twisted the weapon out of his fingers and tossed it over the bar. I hit the big man low, very low, elbowed one of the men behind him in the throat, hit the next in the mouth and ear, and ran the one trapped behind him back into the wall, head first. Then I went back to the big man who stood gasping, bent over and holding his belly. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head.