I had a heavy new Toronado with its new (at the time) front-wheel drive in a full size car, so I felt confident I could make it the little over 3 mile... to my digs, if I took my time. It was Friday, I had all night, little did I know...About a half mile above the water plant it was apparent I made an error in judgment to continue past where the plow had gone. I could go about 20 or 30 feet before I bogged down and would have to back and plow ahead a few more feet. Finally I was going to have to. I nearly gagged before I swallowed and his bulbous head entered my throat. Seconds later my nose was being tickled by the curly hair of his pelvis. With each stroke of Ray's cock, my throat relaxed further he soon was fucking into my gut as he neared release. I reluctantly brought him out of my throat and lay my seat back until I was laying down. Then I pulled my shorts down. The cool fabric of the seat strange against my bare bottom. I lifted both feet until my heels were on the front. She had just orgasmed in front of a total stranger and had acted like a slut. The climaxes had hit her from no where and she hadn't been able to stop herself.Christina straightened up and apologized to Sloane. She couldn't excuse her actions. Her head was bent in shame and she couldn't look him in the face.Sloane told her it was alright and for some reason she was glad and felt better.He's a nice man, she thought, and handsome too. Christina felt herself getting horny again and she wanted. That was heady wine indeed, when one actually contemplated the meaning of it. It was also an indictment of the existing social order, that the closest thing to actual gods, angels, or demons viewed a mere youth as superior to the statesmen of the day. The spirit guides clearly lacked confidence in men like George Bush, John Major, Boris Yeltsin, Jiang Xemin, Helmut Kohl, and Francois Mitterand to guide the destiny of mankind. From what I had seen of those mostly technocratic hacks, they were.