That’s it, I’m going crazy, I don’t want to be crazy, and I don’t like being crazy, oh shit! What should I do?’ Suddenly I heard, ‘Cab 170...’. It was my cab radio. I picked up my mike and replied, ‘1706’. ‘What’s your 1020?’ (Location) ‘I’m at the Biltmore.’ I replied. ‘Stay there 1706, we are sending a roadman to you. Do you copy?’ ‘I copy!’ I replied in a rather shaky voice. How did the dispatcher know I was going crazy? Maybe one of the drivers on the Biltmore called him. I just sat. Soon I had moved her skirt down, and now she was only in her red panties. I started to suck her boobs one by one and especially her nipples which were erect by now.Her pussy was quite wet by now and was leaking juices which were visible on her panty. I moved down, and there it was, the sexiest point of a girl- her navel. I kissed her navel and then blew some air. This gave her goosebumps, and the intensity of her moans increased.After fulfilling my fantasy on her navel, I moved my hands on her. She was perfect within a minute and I said ok go for it.As she rocked on top of me and was doing everything perfectly I put my hands up and onto her nipples and squeezed them. As I did she said HARDER and as I squeezed them harder still…….. she came.The sensation was absolutely magnificent – she made so much noise I am glad our parents were not home. She could be heard all over the house.Ohhhhh fuck she said …..fuck fuck fuck. This is amazing. She squirmed and pushed her cunt down hard on my. She pulled her half-acre size bra over her wobbles and on went her dress. She unlocked the door and returned to the party. Ryan was standing facing the door wiping his cock with a duster, trousers still around his ankles when he looked up and saw Miranda looking at him like a wounded doe. ‘You liar, you fucked her.’ She ran off. Ryan went to the former fish-processing shed where he lived, packed his bag and began walking up the hill to the town, knowing a train came through around 1:00 and.