He grabbed her arms and shoved them above her head, pinning her in place. Her back bumped against the armrest and the console. One of her elbows flick...d a switch that started up the coffee machine. Thale snarled. “What. The. Fuck?”Quah flinched. “I ... I was just ... curious...” She looked down, at where their bodies pressed together. Thale felt his own body reacting to her closeness, to her nakedness. His member was getting harder and harder, despite himself. Or maybe it was because of the way. And watched herself in the mirror. She said she couldn't believe I'd cum for her so many times. It was 2:25AM when we dragged ourselves into Brown's cafe for much needed nourishment. Mike and Marsha (Mots) Milles were there after being in the White Horse dancing. We sat with them and Marsha could tell, immediately, that Debbie'd gotten her brains fucked out. Marsha had "B" cup bullet shaped tits, with huge puffies. I'd had a hard-on for them from the first time I saw her. Mike loved. He’d been driving his black Kenworth for five years now. His CB rang out that there’d been a bad accident near Wilmington and be ready to sit for a few. As traffic slowed, Cliff noticed the blonde in the little red car easing up beside him. As she pulled alongside, Cliff looked over in amazement at the long tanned legs of this gorgeous beauty. “Oh fuck, she’s not wearing any panties!” She was laughing and having a fun conversation on her phone. He watched her rub the inside of her long legs. She looked at me with wide eyes but then after checking around her, she pressed us closer together while her hand slipped down her pants. I pressed my crotch and hard cock against her and felt the knuckles of her hand as she curled her two fingers up and into her wet pussy. As she did this her eyes closed and she let out a soft moan and an "Oh fuck."She then pulled her hand carefully out of her pants and brought it up between us. In the low light, I could see her juices glistening on her.