Uske baad job wo sab tmhare bua korape karke chod ke chale gaye toh ,road pura khali tha, maine tumhare bua ko dekh kar ro ya,par jab mein rote rote u...ke boobs haat lagayi,toh mera hawas jag utha, aur me use uthakar road me laya, aur wahan pe uncontrol ho ke use sex kiya,me use utha kar apne upper rakha, aur uske upper me ho kar usko dhud piya,kya shanti thi,pura uske naam ki tarah,aur wo bol rahi thi, ki-mujhe chod do,mujhe pain ho raha hain,par use nahi choda,aur bola -sali un logo ne choda. Sometimes when I was giving him a blowjob he would read from it and that struck me as real strange. We managed to "cleave" to each other a few times but he always insisted that we be fully clothed and that the lights were all turned off. He insisted that I not "fiddle around or move in any way" when he was doing it to me so I just would lay there and let him pump away until he drained all his juice either inside me or on me. It doesn't sound like much fun but it was better than standing up in a. I parked just a few feet from his truck and nervously approached the cab. As I got closer the rumbling engine was almost making me shake and my knees were seriously wobbly. When I finally got right up to the running boards the driver's side door quickly flung open and a scruffy looking middle-aged white man leaned out and said, "Get on up here." As he disappeared back into the dark cab, I awkwardly climbed up the truck and got in closing the door behind me. It was very dark in the cab. The only. It was great. I next asked Steve to kiss my pussy. He just leaned down and kissed it without hesitation. Soon it was my turn to be told what to do. With each hand I lost, I had to masturbate in front of them, finger myself and kiss their cocks. I can still remember how flushed with excitement I got whenever I touched Steves cock. It was bigger than Clints, and it felt so hard that just the fact that I had my hand around a strange cock made me tremble all over. I also remember how surprised and.