The driver got out and said, "I am supposed to ask you a question. The answer will determine if you are the person I am supposed to pick up. Do you tr...st me?" Yes" I answered."You are her" he said and he opened the door for me to get in.I climbed in the car. And there was another note. I opened it. Do you trust me? Of course I trust you. In the note you told me I was to put on the blindfold that was in the car and sit back and enjoy the ride. I did as you asked. I was beginning to get wet just. Adam was now feeling my tits from behind, as Michael stood up and discarded his clothes, I laid down and opened my legs “Please just fuck me” as Michael put his fingers in the waistband of my knickers and pulled them down, they stuck in the crotch where my pussy was saturated, but down they came, I automatically opened my thighs as he nudged my flaps with his 5”. Then he pushed himself in. God it was GOOD. He started to fuck me and fuck me he did, I turned to my left and Adam already had his. In need of a short rest, I stop, kissing her spine and shoulder blades in between breaths, still slowly inching my hips back and forth."That's a good girl. Get on your hands and knees sweetie," I whisper in her ear, pulling myself out of her stretched anus and kneeling behind her. She obeys, propping herself up in doggy-style position. I eagerly shove my red stick back in her hole, quickly returning to my previous pace, holding her hips to help keep her in place, her legs crossed between mine,. I fantasized about her quite often as I did a few other mothers of friends, a few school teachers, too, but all in all I had no experience, sexually, beyond a few kisses and relentless masturbating. Also, I had reached maturity enough that I was ejaculating large loads, spurting up to my neck and face sometimes, which I was doing several times a day, every day.Anyways, I spent the night at their house and was in a spare bedroom. When I woke up early the next morning, as I usually did, I started.