‘Sorry pal. This road is closed for construction. Turn around!’ ‘The code is handcestors,’ replied Bradley. ‘Okay. Spectators have to park a...l the way in the back of Mc Gehee Drive.’ Bradley drove around the concrete barrier through the desert dirt. Right on Mc Gehee Drive were all the drivers with shiny cars, booming stereos, and hot girls sitting on their roof. The crowd stood around the opened hoods to inspect the engine. Left on Mc Gehee Drive were the beaters and family vans. The crowd was. " But wherefore are you here?" Because in 1807 I dreamed of the very plan Napoleon tried to realize in 1811; because, like Machiavelli, I desired to alter the political face of Italy, and instead of allowing it to be split up into a quantity of petty principalities, each held by some weak or tyrannical ruler, I sought to form one large, compact, and powerful empire; and, lastly, because I fancied I had found my Caesar Borgia in a crowned simpleton, who feigned to enter into my views only to. He can see my friend with her head leaning back,and the sensual expression on her face. He tilts the mirror downward and gets a glance of her pleasuring her cunt. He tried to keep his eyes on the road,but he couldn't help but stare at their friend. His cock dances around in his pants.It is beging to be free. He slowly unzips his pants so I wouldn't be the wiser. He begins to stroke his cock with one hand,while the other one is on the wheel. His cock starts to grow and throb as he hears her moan. Before I knew it I was panting hard and sliding two fingers deep into my moist pussy, teasing myself by sliding them in and out slowly. It didn't take long before I had to put my phone on the floor because I was almost ready to cum. Now vigorously finger fucking myself with one hand and pulling at my rock hard nipples with the other, I arched my back as I called out Michael's name and came hard, as my pussy clenched around my two fingers. After I calmed down, I quickly washed my still sensitive.