It was a low mileage car from his personal collection. He explained that he was a local car dealer who had heard of the accident and wanted to help me... He was kind enough to sell me the car at any price, but gave me a good deal because he heard I too, was an Aggie. (Note: If you aren't an Aggie, you wouldn't understand it, if you are an Aggie, you can't explain it.). Mr. Taylor was a very successful car dealer and famed member of the Junction Boys who played under Coach Bear Bryant at Texas. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and moved forward, feeling the plump head enter my mouth."Yeah, now move your way down that shaft. Try and take it all."There was no way it'd all fit but she wanted it, so I tried. I maybe made it half way before I gagged and nearly threw up."What is that cock too big for my faggot? Get sucking bitch!"Sara's hand pressed my head forward, forcing me to take a lot of dick into my mouth. Jamal started fucking my face while my lips wrapped tightly around his. The odor from Derrick was pretty bad, but she wouldn't complain. Both men kept saying, "These are fine boobs."Sally didn't really appreciate the way they were handling her breasts, but as long as they were praising them she was unable to complain. The next thing she knew, there were fingers pushing their way into her pussy. She was about to object when Joe said, "God damn. Isn't that the sweetest looking pussy you've ever seen?"No matter what they did to her, she was unable to voice an. Then she looks up and sees the two of you standing over her, "Oh, hey guys, how's it going?" "I don't think you'll be doing the catching any more." you say coldly. "Looks that way," she says, getting worried, "So I guess you got away from me. Too bad. You should probably keep running though. Why aren't you running? Wait, what are you doing? Wait, stop!"A few moments later, Trina's allies enter the now empty clearing. "Cassandra, we should go back," says one of them to a blonde "Trina told us to.