Moving my hips as far forward as the crowd allowed I bumped my butt back sharply in an effort to force him back but he took it as a positive sign and ...o encouraged, his hands gripped my hips and he pumped his cock all the harder at my butt. An unexpected consequence of thrusting forward my hips was that my crotch impacted on that of the eighteen year old in front of me and it elicited an “mmm” and a broad smile from her. I wondered if I was the only one thus far this morning that hadn’t woken. ..” He tried several more times, but nothing happened.Lauren quickly glanced around the parking lot and hurriedly buttoned her blouse and pulled the skirt back down. “Peter?”Her boyfriend gave her a mystified look. “Don’t ask me. I know computers, not cars. I can’t even change the oil on my own.” He tried to start the Jeep a couple more times to no avail. He shrugged his shoulders and then got out. “Come on. It’s warmer inside and we can call a tow truck from the restaurant.” Lauren got out and. I didn't fall immediately asleep, however. I laid there in the darkness trying to picture what it would have looked like for Marisa to be surrounded by those four black guys; each eagerly wanting to fuck her; each doing their best to fill her with their seed! Laying there I could vaguely smell these other men's body scents, as well as the distinct aroma of Marisa's pussy juices, and combined together like that made for that strange, but powerful feeling of excitement I felt---that special. Don’t have the foggiest idea why that’s necessary! At least you can pry pry that information out of girls, they admit it. At least most of us girls admit it, but just try and get a guy to admit he masturbates eight days a week, and he‘ll back away from you, like you’re a vampire or something. Like it’s a mortal sin, or a felony for God’s sake! Once, I asked one of the nun’s at school if masturbation was a mortal sin, but the good nun just told me to see her after class! No thank you, heard.