Part one of Saskia's success: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Saskia swit...hes places with Stella Maris, halfway the night, near nice Montpellier.Saskia has her eyes wide open, right behind me. My back-view mirror shows me.Saskia throws her arms around my neck. Starts to whisper her freshest foxy fantasy.Saskia sucks expertly at my left ear-lobe. She tells me she dreamed to sit at my lap. Saskia sees Stella Maris is. Sure enough, as Paul forced the first few inches of his thick cock inside Trixie's asshole, she felt an explosion of pain. It seemed as if she were being ripped apart from the inside and there was nothing she could do to stop it.Paul moaned loudly, Trixie's virgin asshole gripping his dick like a glove, squeezing his shaft in the most unbelievable way. He held onto her waist as he thrust forward, again and again, until his entire cock was buried inside the bitch. Laney could feel her pussy. "Pull down your top. I want to see your tits." I rode down with my girls out, the shoulder strap of my seat belt positioned between them. He knows I like to show off, no matter how shy I act when doing so. It was nearly dark outside, but I know some neighboring cars got a glimpse. They saw his hand groping me and pinching my stiff nipples. I got wetter.We finally arrived and I grabbed my bag as we got out of the car. Lube, condoms (better to have and not need, than need and not have he told. In my mind, he was beating her and I had to tell my mom about it. I stopped and started thinking about what to do. She didn't scream or seem scared; whatever they were doing was voluntary. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew that Ryan wasn't an abusive guy. I had known him my entire life and he wasn't malicious in any way. He had been friends with my sister since they were k**s. Lori didn't have many friends as a c***d, and mom was relieved that she had made a friend in him- regardless.