You do drive don't you." I drove here didn't I?" Steve said."I mean you have a license, lot of people who know how to operate a vehicle don't have a l...cense," I replied."I have a Florida driver's license," he said."Good," I suggested.On the return home there was more traffic, so Steve very nonchalantly blocked it. The other drivers had to pass both of us, so a lot of them followed behind for a couple of miles. When they did pass us there were some pretty nasty looks for Steve and me. I thought. Daria was sleeping when he arrived but quickly awoke when she heard her tormenter coming down the stairs. During her time alone, before drifting off to sleep, Daria had contemplated her situation. It was horrible, yet shockingly tolerable. If she weren’t in Chris’s basement, she’d probably be smoking butts and listening to music. In a way, it was a change of pace, and at least she wasn’t bored. Just because she was supposed to feel outrage over basically getting raped didn’t mean she had. Subject A has larger breasts. Subject B is taller but with lower heels. Additional information to follow when coats cover less.”I looked at Lauren. She nodded. We both pulled the lower part of our coats open and took a leg-baring pose.“Note to control. Both subjects are carefully tanned. Subject B wears darker hose.”“Hah!” I pulled it open to reveal my tennis-styled dress, flipping it up to show my signature seamless nude pantyhose. Lauren also flashed, showing her opera-length gartered. Down and over the soft rounds of her buttocks and before I could slip my hands under her firm round spheres, the pressure on my shoulders increased suddenly and her buttocks slipped into my waiting hands while her legs clamped around my waist. I could feel her fingertips digging into my scalp with urgency that equals her labia folding around and rubbing up and down my hard shaft. We were so closely fused to each other’s urging bodies it would be a matter of either of us simply inhaling to shift.