You sob gently next to me as I drive. Thinking it will help you cautiously slide your hand on my thigh, inching it up to my cock. Suddenly I lash out ...t you, slamming you against the door. “Is that all you think about, Dammit!!!” I scream.Startled by my response you shrink back in the seat as far from me as you can get.I tear through the dark countryside, tires squealing in the curves. Suddenly, I veer off the road down a little dirt trail next to the river. I screech to a halt under the bridge. She’s still wearing that big, bright smile as she strips off, casually removing her post-training gear, exposing her fit looking physique. Again, up close and half-dressed she’s fit rather than thin. Looks like she could go all day... “So this is where I grew up ... We couldn’t go to my place, my flatmate’s there ... This is mum and dad’s place...” She looks up as she steps out of her skirt, taking a question from off camera. “They’re on holiday ... They’ll be pretty pissed when they get home. And by "style" I mean "make sure I don't look like a tornado victim". After it looks presentable, I rush to get dressed. A short-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans slide onto my body as I look for a pair of shoes to wear. I ended up with a pair of black sneakers.I rush out of the house, grabbing my messengers' bag on the way out. Outside waits Stacy, my sister, in her light blue Prius. I climb into the small car and buckle myself in. Safety, right? The car lurches forward and we head to through. Just letting you know we don’t usually take so long on your orders. It’s something the kitchen takes a lot of pride in.”“No problem, Mark,” Raymond again assured the slightly-nervous host. “Keep us in drink, and we can entertain ourselves.”“Excellent idea,” Mr. Bohanon said and looked up at the table’s server. “Vanessa, the drinks are on the house for this group here.” He clapped his hands and then leaned over between the two dads. He put a hand on the outside of his mouth and whispered. “But.