'I muttered back, "I think it passes the test, for now, but I'll have to check periodically throughout the night."Jackie smiled and said, "If you must... I think I can suffer through it all. Now about this wet spot that's forming at the top of your jeans. I think I can help you with that." She unbuttoned my jeans and freed my leaking hardon, then knelt and took it into her mouth. I had been so excited, for so long, that it didn't take more than a minute before I was cumming in her warm. The ass-finger keeps pumping. The hands keep rending at my tits. Scratches from untrimmed nails. I’m bruised and bleeding and overjoyed. That’s what brings me back, as I get used to being some stranger’s hand puppet. It’s good that I do, because seconds later I see Beer Belly’s huge hands reach down, shove- the fist comes out of me, but I don’t see my user’s face- and then he’s over me. His shirt’s off. I was right. Giant muscles, and a huge, rolling stomach to cover me, smother me. The smell. "What's wrong honey?" Mom asked frantically looking around."You're fine Mom, keep driving," I said, not wanting to mention it."You know what it is?" Hannah asked.I nodded. "Do you?" I think so... sorry," she said."What, it's not like you could help it?" I suggested. "We'll talk aboutit when we get home." If we get home..." Hannah said nervously.Mom took a back route to go through Rio Rancho to Bernalillo, and thendown the road to San Ysidro where we would turn. Just before she madethe turn my. Walker, I’m sorry. That just slipped out. Charlie has been telling me that he’d tutor me and help me get a scholarship. We were sort of having fun, making up ‘make believe’ plans for our future.” Andie looked down at the floor as she spoke.“Mom, they weren’t make believe plans. Andie will be the mother of your grandkids in about six years, after she has had a career in pro soccer and I’m a pro quarterback in the NFL.”“Ms. Walker, I...”“Andie, listen to him! Believe in him, because if anyone can.