We had decided to go to a beach front restaurant that I liked. It was a good thirty minute drive, just enough time for us to chat on the way. I really...don't remember what we talked about, except that he was impressed that I was a woman who drove a car with a standard shift. It was a hot night in June 1985, so how I dressed was important. I wanted classy, yet comfortable. I certainly wasn't going to dress in a provocative manor, though a little cleavage is always acceptable. I noticed two things. This felt similar, though her muscles didn’t feel any pain.Vestra had opened her eyes and nearly screamed. Her first hint that she was somewhere else had been the grass. It was a rich hue of green, unlike the brownish-orange grass from her home. It was thick and lush, not sickly like the grass at home. She had turned her head, marveling at how it seemed to cover everything. Every square inch of the ground was filled with it. It stretched all the way to... ... Trees? It took her a few moments. I sucked her clit, and flicked it with my tongue. She started to talk dirty and that really turned me on. She was saying, Eat my pussy, Dot. I fucked her with my finger while I sucked her clit. She pinched her nipples and arched backwards against the tile wall. I didnt want her to come…I wanted to eat her pussy forever. She told me what she wanted and I obeyed each direction. Suck it hard, and I did….Lick my clit, and I did, Put your fingers in my pussy, Dot. I fingered her while sucking her. It was his baby. An orange Dodge Charger, massively overhauled to be the best of any race car. A nitrous oxide booster had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was strong, powerful, and fast. Best of all, it was forbidden.Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the keys from the hook and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to raise the automatic door, and hurried to the gleaming race car. When Lita opened the driver’s side door, the smell of polished.