This part was a joke, I was sure, because of course all of the so called ‘volunteers’ would be in on the act. I was floored when he looked over at...us and asked Kirsten to come up, along with several others. She bashfully didn’t want to but I was now curious as hell, I encouraged her. She got up reluctantly, her face bright red and went up there. There were two other women and three men, Ken was talking to them and doing something with his hands, they all appeared to be sleepy, then he said. We go into a few underwear shops and browse what’s there, I look to my boy and I can see his cock is twitching already in anticipation. We walk past Ann Summers and he begs to go in. I tell him they just don’t make clothes for bigger girls. I want to get some outfits that make the most of my wonderful curvy body – I know that’s why he’s with me. I take him to a small shop up one of the side streets. It looks like any of the other standard underwear shops and we go in. I smile at the. She sped past me, not even looking me over. I pushed on the accelerator, maintaining a safe distance behind her. She kept to the right lane, except when she needed to pass. I followed her every move, giving her the space she needed to pass slower vehicles. I glanced at my speed odometer and we were doing between 90 and 95 mph. We slowed down in Waco, but then stepped it back up again as we pushed past Temple and Belton, slowing slightly as we entered each town on the Interstate. A couple of. The thought of your tight boxer briefs over your hard erection makes my pussy get even wetter, You slide them off and let them fall to the floor as I feel you put one hand on each ass cheek and squeeze. This sends tingles all over my, body and my nipples get hard all over again. You reach forward and pinch them and make them hard, which makes me arch my ass. I know you are, smiling and I can just feel the wetness of my pussy grow. I groan as you slide a finger in between my butt cheeks, and.