She was standing on a white cloud. A cloud?! Her mind now raced, and she became panicky. That is, until a figure emerged seemingly from nowhere. Even...by the shadow, she knew it was a male. She also knew it was not her husband. But somehow, she was not afraid. Her heart slowed its pace, and she found herself moving towards the mysterious man. As she got closer, she noticed his buldging muscles, his dark hair, and his tall frame. He stood at least six-foot-five, and must’ve been over two. I moved down and kissed his nipples as I rubbed and pulled on them I spent a lot of time sucking the round now hard nipples. Then I moved my tit to his mouth and told him to do as I did to his tit. He began to lick my nipples and then he sucked one. He must have liked that as he then got a suction so strong that my nipple stretched way far into his mouth. It felt good and as she sucked I found his cock and began to stroke it. At first it was semi hard but now as I stroked it, it got very hard.. “Push up hard on this foot” she caressed my left foot with her’s, my dick pulsing in response, “when I let up.” The caress turned into a stomp. She threw the stick (and my hand) into first, pushed down hard on my right foot (the gas), giggled, wiggled her toes on my left foot, and as the engine roared, she said “Now!” and both of our left feet came up in unison. I guess I didn’t really know what “popping the clutch” meant, because I was not prepared. As the tires screeched, Rach was thrown. The Brit and I discussed visiting the Sheriff, but I just letting it run it's course. I had a feeling if Mission took a good look at his finances, he was toast anyway. I doubted he was as careful as me and god knows at times it almost got away from me.When we got back to the pub, we found Andrew waiting. "What you doing here Andrew?" I asked."Well we got to talking it over, and we all know you can't screw us all. So we thought you might want to send me home with some hooch," he suggested. That.