” “Would you rather walk home?” “Just don’t touch me; don’t talk to me.” Fingers begin to slide, sensing nylon and lithe skin beneath. �...�Sorry, the ride now comes at a price.” “I’ve got money. How much do you want?” “I don’t want your money.” “Then what?” Nylon against fingertips, ardour rising. “Show me your tits.” “Are you crazy?” Foot on brake. Bodies tilt forwards, held by seatbelts. Fingers leave nylon. “Do you want to walk home?” She stares; mouth opens and shuts. Opens again. Closes.. She used her right hand to fuddle my balls while repeatedly rubbing my hairy chest with her left hand. We continued french kissing until our tongues became completely dry. My cock was getting hard and then she looked at me with a devilish smile on her face. Next she lifted up her black dress and roughly shoved my twelve inch penis into her wet shaved pussy. Her vagina felt really tight and warm. Two hours later. "I can't hold back my sperm for very much longer" I said to her! "I want you to. He flipped through the pages and began to read an article called Triage in the Emergency Room. He found himself fanaticizing about Tina in her nursing outfit. Part 2- Tina’s pencil test Shortly thereafter Tina returned with an open bottle of beer in one hand and offered it to him. As he looked up, Tom noticed what Tina had in her other hand and let out a beaming smile and set back on the couch with anticipation. His smile fell into a Cheshire-Cat grin. In her other hand was a glass full of desk. "Please, sit down. Would you like a cup of coffee? It's fresh."She looked at me and gave a slight smile. "Yes, please, that would be nice." Milk, sugar?" I asked. "I have both if you like." A little milk would be nice," she replied as she opened her briefcase and began removing papers."What color would you like it? Dark brown, blonde, almost white?"She looked at me with a curious expression on her face. "Dark brown, please."I added one... two... three drops of milk and gently stirred it before.