), and their passions(cock-sucker, Pussy-worshiper, ass-licker, cum dumpster...).Half of the back wall of the room was reach-in closet, with accordion...folding, mirrored doors, and the other half contained a prison-styletoilet-sink combination, and a small, glass-enclosed shower stall. Thecloset doors were open, and Lorraine was amused to see that they lookedfor all the world like a typical teenage girl's closet would. A dresserand shoe rack were practically buried beneath what had to be more. It was like she was choking to death. Then she let out an unearthly cry and threw her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck. I don’t use a word like “abandoned” very often. But that was how Annie gave herself to me.She would buck shout, and quiver wordlessly. Then she would go right back to throwing her hips up at me. That motion is similar to swimming and I have the endurance that you get from all those years in the water. So, I just kept on-and-on and she kept bucking, shouting and. For a moment – the briefest of moments – my mind recalls a line that I’d read somewhere (“I wasn’t kissing her. I was whispering in her mouth.”). Then all conscious thought is gone, replaced by your overwhelming warmth and passion. Our tongues dart and mingle like newborn pups and I taste my scent on your lips. You moan as my fingers dig into your shoulder muscles before gliding down your spine to cup your ass cheeks. The heat from between your legs radiates like a flame against my fat,. About 15 minutes later he pulled up behind me and I noticed he wasn’t alone. He introduced me to his co-worker Justin and the two of them went to work on my tire. I couldn’t help but stare at the stranger working on my car. He must have been in his late 30’s to early 40’s and quite handsome. I tried not to make my staring obvious but with the amount of times he looked over in my direction, it was hard to hide. I started taking steps closer and closer to him, doing little to keep my dress from.