Why was this out of place? Well, twothings, firstly it was a quiet suburban street where the residents werequite house proud. Not only did they not ...eave litter anywhere but theywere constantly using powerhoses to blast their driveways so a discardedpair of pantyhose looked out of place.The second thing I noticed was that normally when you saw discarded pairof pantyhose by the roadside somewhere they were torn or laddered. Thispair did not look damaged so I picked them up to take a closer. Something about nitrogen was on their minds, and they had plans for next week.That all left me with little to do, and too much time to overthink things. I could go over 1,000 scenarios in my head, and it was just getting me too worked up. Mom could tell, and she’d have me go get a pop from the concession stand, or try to go talk to other drivers.There was little of that. I was 15. The next youngest driver was 20. There was no natural course to strike up a conversation with these guys, and I was. My body is trembling as he pulls his toy and fist out of me. He feeds me more wine and cleans me out below with wine again. He turns to her sultan and informs him I'm ready for the Royal Blessing.> > The Sultan sheds his princely robe and strolls toward me with a huge erection. He kneels in front of me and begins to drink the wine coming out of me. He pulls apart my lips and licks my pussy from top to bottom, gently sucking on my clit and pushing his tongue deep inside me. He sucks and. Her head bobbed almost like a machine, dropping down to his balls, soaking them with deep-throat bile, then rising up to just barely keep the head between her stretched lips. She made an odd laughing sound as she dropped again, and again. "Oh, God," said William, his orgasm approaching like a freight train.She knew that look, and felt his thighs tighten up for the big release. She pressed her knuckle into the little wedge of flesh between the balls and the asshole, pushing hard as he grunted in.