How he'd told her of his dreams for their future, something he thought of constantly.His dreams, how simple they had been. Simple and about as easy to...accomplish as flying to the moon without a rocket. He'd wanted a house, nothing fancy. He didn't need a swimming pool or tennis courts, whirlpool tubs with their pulsing jets, or fifteen bathrooms. A small house with a garden and a swing set out back for the kids to play on. Flowers in boxes under the windows, a birdhouse and feeders out back.. A common enough male fantasy, it might be said, what made Albert different was that he thought he could achieve it. What I hoped I might discover was any glimmer of recognition that these ‘young ladies’ Albert so lusted after were autonomous individuals with their own intellect, their own hopes and fears, their own lives to lead. I never found it. To Albert, it seemed, they were nothing more than objects of carnal lust. Even when he incorporated into his project something that might appear to. She was beautiful, even more so than I had imagined. I wanted to make this night so perfect for her since I knew we would have a lot to talk about in the morning. Holding myself up on my forearm, I caressed her chest with my hand, gently running my fingers over her soft skin. She arched into my touch as I took one of her breasts in my hand and squeezed softly. Her flesh was so pliant, so supple, it made my mouth water. Leaning down, I took one rosy nipple between my lips and started a slow,. Tameesha began shifting in her seat a lot. Then she looked out the window and then back at me and said, “You are fucking hot.” She looked at me, I paid attention to the road. Then she really surprised me as she unlocked her seat-belt, leaned across the console, pushed my skirt up, pulled my semi-hard cock out of the side of my panties, and began sucking my cock as we drove down the highway. She pushed her pants down and sucked me deep as she apparently began masturbating herself. She had.