" Yeah, that would change things..." Darla Jean's mouth was on autopilot while she took Dwayne in. He had nice muscles; maybe she ought to back off an... entertain the idea of taking him seriously? "Have you guys had girls in here?" Well, a couple of times," Dwayne admitted, deliberately turning to present Darla Jean a profile that included his jutting cock. "It isn't supposed to happen, but it has. I imagine guys react differently to girls in the room than vice-versa." You don't get. I watched his eyes. He was honest. He wasn’t hidin’ anythin’ … leastways, nothin’ important.’ ‘You got all that from just a conversation and his eyes?’ He nodded. ‘Part of the specialist trainin’ I got in Fort Benning. Very helpful when playin’ cards,’ he chuckled. ‘I’ll bet. And what was that about me being your fiancée? Jumping the gun a bit, aren’t you?’ ‘Are you upset?’ It was a serious question. ‘No. But, I wish you had prepared me.’ ‘Sweetheart, I’ve been preparin’ you all week. I don’t. "Someone's watching us." I whisper quietly to you. I feel you grow somehow even harder inside me, and I flick my eyes towards the passenger. I see you look up at him, then feel a draft as you pull the back of my skirt up and let him see my ass. You then drop my skirt, and slip your hand under the front of my dress to massage my clit. Within seconds, I can't help but cum, and I press my mouth against your shoulder to keep from crying out in pleasure. The force of my orgasm, combined with your. So, while I fucked her brutally from behind in the fast food joint toilet, I started to work her right nipple between my fingers, kneading and pinching it in a way that couldnt be called gentle. The effect was almost immediate. She started to shiver and shake, hands no longer able to contain her grunts and groans. Her knees started to buckle and she struggled steady herself under the combined assault of my pounding and her bodys reaction to it. She threw her head back and let out an.