I could feel my semen boiling and I knew Julie wasn't far off, either.I looked out the car window. April and Rich were still at it in the other car--A...ril's ass pumping so high that I could see it even through the window. It went up and down almost in time with Julie's hand on my cock. I got so turned on watching April, I thought I'd cum right away, but I didn't. Instead, I started fucking Julie even harder with my fingers, leaning further across the car seat so that I could get a better. I think it was at this point I decided to stop letting him get gratification from me unless he had made me orgasm first.I remember that first time he came into the bedroom and as I pretended to be asleep, he stood by the bed playing with himself. The feelings that were going through me were driving me crazy but I stuck to my guns even when he kneeled down and I felt his hand sliding up my calf and under my nightie. He was really wanking now and suddenly stopped stood took off his shorts and. .. that's because you weren't here when I told the story ... I'll tell you later ... get here as soon as you can and bring the whole crew ... great, bye."Fifteen minutes later Pete's driveway was once again filled the throaty growls of beefy Harleys and bored out American muscle cars.Pete and Johnnie piled into the back seat of a jet-black 1968 Plymouth Fury convertible while Carla took the passenger seat. Johnnie assured Pete that his best driver, Gimpy Joe, was behind the wheel."Okay," said. “I’m sorry to hear that,” Sean said.“Want home.”Nodding his head, Sean said, “I understand. It must really be hard being homeless.”“Want home. Charge toll,” Stomp said. He reached over and pulled a sapling out of the ground. He used it to scratch his back.“Let me see what I can do,” Sean said.“We have to find a home for you,” Suzie said looking over at Sean.Sean pointed at the policeman who was still busy trying to reload his service revolver. The poor man kept dropping the cartridges. Sean.