. (pound-pound)…..Her pussy was now fully open to him, she felt almost numb as she laid there and took it.‘Now you are broken’, Johnathan Robert... thought, so at the bottom of my thrust, he held….and then began to g-r-i-n-d his hips in a circle…then began the pounding again. After a few strokes, I again ground myself into Alexis, and I knew this forcing her pussy and clit to rub the pillow she was on.The heat was rushing now, and again, Alexis’s body was being driven wild. At the bottom and. My parents promised to buy me a car once I got my license.Sounds easy right? Well, it wasn't. Every time I approached them about taking me for a driving lesson, they were always too busy. This went on for two years until my 18th birthday came and went, and I still wasn't any closer to a set of wheels. Luckily, Grandpa Boyd offered to teach me.Even though he's over 65, he doesn't drive like it, so i figured I'd be in very good hands. But Grandpa ended up teaching me a lot more than just how to. A thrill ran through her groin as they pulled up at some more lights, Angie stood up and moved forward slightly so that her groin was above the petrol tank, smiling at the woman, she lowered herself down and pressed her cunt against the metal, there was no mistaking the meaning as she slid backwards slowly until her bottom settled again in the saddle and there was no mistaking the sticky wetness at the juncture of her thighs.Even as the lights changed, she looked across to where the woman had. They conquered through pleasure. There was no will to resist them."Don't be blond don't be blond don't be blond..." I chanted to myself as I took the elevator alone to the office of Dr. Lucinda Cox, licensed psychiatrist and psychotherapist. What if the aliens had infiltrated academia as well? "Don'tbeblonddon'tbeblonddon'tbeblond..." If she were another gorgeous nordic that matched my deepest sexual fantasies, I would just run. If not, then perhaps I did need help. I'd slept in my car that.