“I will clean kitchen and go finish packing,” Sasha said, picking up our dishes and coffee mugs, placing them in the sink. I went to the phone and...called my friend, Jake and told him what happened and I would be bringing her with me. “Be careful,” he warned. “She’s sounds like a desperate woman.” “I know. But I can’t leave her here. Wait ‘til you see her. She’s pretty hot looking.” I could not tell him where I was because I didn’t know but said I would ask the Road Service people for directions. “I want you right now my sexy slut,”He said and raised my housegown to knees revealing my smooth milky white thighs and their fleshy undersides.I sighed as his hand travleed up to my inner thigh and touched my panties.“Hey Rohit I’m cooking na baba”I said as a false pretense.“Forget the cooking I need you right now ummmm” He pressed his mouth agaisnt mine and kissed me for a long long time.His hand was kneading my breast through my gown.I sighed and finally responded by opening both my lips and. ..??? so much to ask...???" and here calm and almost quiet begins to rise... soft tones replaced by deeper meaning... menace growing... a return to what was before and now... words clipped... the spaces between them more blinks than breaths and with my mouth still scant centimetres from her ear the torrent resumes... "this was supposed to be fun... this was supposed to be a good time... not just for you... a good time for us both... three fucking hours i spent on the motorway sitting in traffic. She kissed it tentatively, getting used to the rubber in her mouth. Thetaste was salty and thick with a foreign tang to it. And then she wasbobbing up and down, feeling the cock push at the back of her throat.She pulled it out."You're a nice dick," she said. "I like you, dick."Molly laughed. "Don't you wish it was a real one?" she said."No. Of course not. I mean...maybe. Oh my God. Maybe."-- 12 --No matter how long a woman practices, no matter how nice she presents,the official coming out is.