Paul cut through the alleys and narrow streets like a guide on a Safari.The streets were crowded with men in business suits, Women in skirts andheels,...Girls in school uniforms, and sailors on the prowl. It felt weirdto count myself in that number. Thanks to Paul I felt like I belonged.We arrived after walking for about a mile of city. I did not know wewere there until Pau said, "You gotta show I.D."Looking up from my meandering I saw two Tall Muscular men looking at mewith looks that said,. She opened the front door and told Kate to get out so she could sit in the middle, next to me. Kate got out and asked Clara if she wanted her to sit in the back. Clara just slid in and moved over next to me. She then patted the empty space, and motioned for Kate to come back and shut the door."Can we go to the lake instead of the movies, Larry? It's more private and we can all talk there."I drove to the lake and Kate and Clara talked together about what happened this afternoon. They acted like. And then she was there behind me, grabbing my hips again, and slowly and gently planting kisses on my back. She grabbed my hair and pulled me back, and then she let me go. She was indeed enjoying this, and so was I. Trying to recover from the burning sensation inside my pussy and slowly losing the sting my defloration had left me with. But my distractions were short lived. I felt something probing my pussy lips again, and this time the head of the strapon was twice the size of what had gone. This place is the size of an airport (minus the planes, maybe) three stories, and as long as a football field, and as wide as one, too. It has tractors hauling out loads, almost non-stop. Holy Hell, I say to myself, this place could hold UCLA practice field and still have the room. ‘Wow, Kate, I knew this place was going to be big, but…,’ we get out of the car and head up towards the customer service offices. Kate follows in tow, behind me, as she interrupts, ‘If the Bruins need a practice.