"Where's going," the cab driver asks. "Home," he answers, gives an address somewhere uptown. His right hand is now in my lap, my left hand is in his. ...My emerging erection provides a sense of direction (rhymes). He leans into me, slaps my cheek playfully with his hand, kisses. My erection is pleased. I feel his boner through his pants, undo his zipper, get hold of his uppity dick. "That's what I need," I think. "That's what you need," he says. The taxi stops in chique neighborhood, town. He was already unzipped and out by the time he was sitting down and she lowered herself onto him. His cock, she remembered, as she rubbed her sodden pussy, had been long and thin. Several times she’d had to ask him to ease up on the depth. He had big balls; she had fondled and tugged on them as they fucked.From the other side of the booth, the man who would eventually become the third punter, squeezed himself into the space, flopped his cock out and directed her head towards his crotch; his. "I apologize, my lady." This Night Blade seemed to be getting awfully close to his charge. It was something to look out for."Oh," said Marcus. "There's another thing I wanted to talk to you about." What can I do ye, bladesman?"Marcus leaned over the counter again. "About ten years ago... My father died." Again his poise impressed Bron, whatever vestigial emotions this had left him were entirely absent from his face. "He was a strong man--it was my mother's constitution we always minded--but he. 8Anna was building rapidly as she whimpered with the onslaught of cock inside her, I moved along the side of her and felt under her, taking the weight of her swinging breast in my hand and squeezing it, I had never groped a woman’s tits before but today, so many rules were being broken, so many taboos were being displaced, the waiter grunted and folded over Anna, she moaned as she felt the hot surge of spunk being squirted up her arse, she collapsed on my friend, he looked down at her and.