Car back seats of cars of course, restaurant alleys, park benches (my personal favourite), the back row of empty movies, etc.etc. Anything but washro...ms, every guy’s first instinct. Washrooms suck. Even if I can get in there without killing the deal all I can do is listen. But you should hear what this woman can say so that can be OK too. She has two rules, no cameras, and no blaming her if things go wrong. I have rules too, mostly about keeping her phone on, holding the keys if she gets. OOOHHHH IT FEEELLL SSSSOOOOOO GOODDDD” Her body is pulling my fingers deeper and the gush of cum from her body tells me that she is completely drained. I stop my regime and gently held her sex in the palm of my hand as she slowly came down.She was starting to get her breath back as she lifted her hand and placed it on the center of my chest and opened her eyes. “That was...amazing! I have never had a man make me cum over and over again like that. I thought for a minute I was going to die.” I. I did not feel guilty about spending several hours at a spa where I was being pampered by this wonderful massage ther****t with her strong hands and abundance of warm, slippery oil. I only relaxed and thought of Daddy. Of my wonderful, giving Daddy. As he kissed, me, held me, bit or twisted my nipples, pulled my hair as He thrusted into my depths... and as he pushed the spongy head of His thick cock past my tight little anal ring... that tight muscle that offered the last line of defense before. The saying says "true love never runs smooth" and Len and Loretta were about to discover the full meaning of that maximum.No sooner had the speculation about a pending wedding started than Mrs. Horner proceeded to throw up a road block for the young lovers.She thought Loretta could do better. After all, Len was just a poor farmer still struggling to survive let alone build a proper house for her daughter. She also thought it was rather unbecoming for Len to be claiming he was now going to make.