With a heavy foot on the accelerator the truck edged toward seventy as Sam sped up Route 10 to Cathryn. He wanted to be with her when she broke the ne...s to Kent. No, she had said, he needed to hear it from her, without Sam there to rub salt in the wounds. Kent wouldn’t be a problem, she could handle him, she insisted. God if something happened to her…don’t think that way, Sam told himself. He eased off the gas petal as the rear end of the little maroon truck skidded around a curve. The truck. As she leant over to get the wine the T-Shirt rode up revealing the full length of her thighs. It stopped just shy of her perfect butt. It was so good it almost hurt.“What...?” she shrugged as she approached the couch and I realised that we had both been staring like teenagers in a strip club.I cleared my throat and picked up my hand of cards.“Are we playing or what?” I asked with a sheepish grin.So it turns out that Emily was pretty good at Blackjack. Twenty minutes later I was sitting there. Lust consumed her. Desire clouded her thoughts. Up and down she bounced. Her hips moved back and forth. Her clit rubbed against him. Alan’s sex filled her up. He tried to move his hands, but Marissa still held him down. She was out of control. Her toes started to tingle. Their teeth knocked together with wet, slobbery kisses. Up and down. Alan didn’t move as Marissa rode him. His cock stood straight up in the air as her pussy enveloped it. He couldn’t speak because Marissa’s tongue was in his. You've had your fun, so, good night." I replied, irritated at the prospect of being a punch line for a student prank."No, No, No!" She said a bit desperately, keeping me on the phone, "No, I like the way you talk. It really... gets to me." Who are you?" I asked again. I was as much interested in solving the mystery as I was anything. Not knowing would be torturous to me as I built my life and career around finding answers."Oh God," she said again slowly, this time with a touch of surprise, "You.