“You did NOT just ask me if I was a pimp!” I chuckled.“Sorry, I was just teasing, kind of like you asking me my natural hair color. I did promis... to show you, remember? And if Becky isn’t your girlfriend, then you can take me up on it!”“So you want to share your candy with me, is that it?” I teased.“Nice wordplay, Steve! But I’m sure you’d like the sweet taste!”“I just might!”I saw Becky’s BMW through the diner window and knew it was best to end the banter.“If you’re serious,” I said, “call me. The left front tire had blown out. "Damn. That's just what we needed. Look, could you stand watch as I change this?" Are you kidding? I'd push the damn car myself to get somewhere with a few more people."Both girls giggled over their cursing about such minor theatrics. "OK, you keep watch while I get the tire and jack out of the back.Anna didn't seem to be as hapless as Debbie feared and was both talkative and self-assured. She seemed nervous whenever she noticed Debbie's pistol. To ease her. My cock pistoned in and out of her, making a sound like beaded water being swished off a car hood. I flexed my hips high on each upstroke and pulled it out right to the tip. I knew I was doing it like a champ when my fast tempo and powerful strokes had set up a brassy squeak in the box springs that marked our cadence. Much louder, however, was the sound made by the headboard, which was slamming against the wall so hard that flakes of white paint were falling off the ceiling molding above it.. “To be honest, I really miss her.” “What happened?” She asked, moving her hand up a bit. “The sex was great, but when we weren’t fucking, we had nothing.” I bemoaned. “We didn’t have much in common and couldn’t communicate.” Helen winced when I said “fucked”, she apparently didn’t like it. “Have you found anyone else?” She inquired, again moving her hand. “No, not really.” I admitted. “Been too busy with school.” “Plenty of time for that after I’ve graduated.” “Don’t really need the.