I was set up alone along the highway, Luckily he was forced tolet me wear clothing, although even the material rubbing against my body seemedto arouse...me. After using all the concentration I could muster. I managed to pull over onecar. It was a black car, looked kind of expensive. It almost seemed like thecar sped up when it saw me. "Do you know how fast you were going?" I asked, while I found eyes wanderingaround this stranger's body. He was about thirty, and looked like he workedout.. The shirt is still hard though. We decide that I will wear a really cute shirt of Brittany's. It is black halter top, with a really deep neckline, and a really low back.I never thought I could look like such a slut, but hey, in the States anything is possible.Charlotte drops me off at my house, with all of my clothes and the shirt of Brittany's that I am going to borrow.It is about two hours until dinner. Pearl and Veronica are sitting in the living room, watching television together.I say hi,. . what was it, anyway? I had to know.“Victoria Diane Larson, what is going on in that sneaky human mind of yours?” I demanded to know of Mom as I ran my fingers through that haircut of hers ... yes, the “Rachel” inspired by Jennifer Aniston from friends.“Please ... call me Vicky?” Mom asked me to my surprise ... not asking to be called “Mom,” but “Vicky” instead.“Okay, Vicky ... what’s going on in that mind of yours?” I persisted as I fucked Mom’s face rather vigorously, too.“I had hopes that. Thats it, Big Brother, give it to her! Alyssa still wasnt responding. She held her fingernails up in front of her face, indicating boredom. That drove me insane. How could such a tight young slut be anything but writhing in pain as my thick prick punctured her asshole? I fucked her harder and faster. Claras commands continued. Spank her ass, Matt! I took the suggestion, giving Alyssa a sharp smack on the butt. Alyssa declared with exaggerated uninterest, Oh, Matt, youre so hot. Pull her hair,.