M.’ the green glow tells him, as if it was alive and taking to him. He sighs, and figures he can escape out before whoever wakes up. ‘Maybe I will...get lucky and she won’t wake up?’ He thinks, knowing he got lucky. He recalls his recent ex-girlfriend, that he lovingly refers to as the ‘psycho cheating bitch whore slut’ and her new boyfriend coming to his birthday party, being held at his best friend, Veronica’s house. He thinks back to how he first met Veronica, and not his recent ex-girlfriend,. After the first day, Art got of the more heavily used interstate and took the much less traveled roads and smaller highways, always heading south. While on the interstate Art had noticed a Trooper, parked on an on-ramp who had quickly snapped on his overhead flashing lights and attempted to get behind the caddy. Had it not been for heavy traffic the trooper would have caught them. Art assumed there must be an all points bulletin out on any white Cadillac with New York plates and the Trooper may. ‘Why do you take photo’, he asked me? ‘To teach her a lesson’, I replied, my voice was thick, and I walked over, reached down, and placed his hand on the bare thigh, inches from her panty line, ‘Just massage her here’, I said, and as I focused my camera, I saw his fingers touch her through her panties. ‘That’s good’, I encouraged him, and flashed another shot to disk. He was now touching her labia, and she was responding as her head moved as she was registering the messages from her clitoris,. Oddly after 5 mins, due to her wet saliva, I erupted a lot of cum, still, she didn’t stop she continued the shagging till my hard dick went limp.She took her cum drenched hand and started smelling it I was looking at her like ohh what is she doing? Then she started cleaning her hand with her hankie then we were chatting some random stuff and left for the day, even after reaching home we’re still chatting with each other on Facebook. That night I tried to figure out what has happened this day I.