It burst the fetters that had wound around and wounded me. Six hundred thirty-nine lifetimes of practice (well, except for the thirty vestal virgin on...s) were too much for the pale stringy words of a man from a warped and impotent planet. Besides, he needn’t know. I wasn’t a baby anymore. I was a maturing girl-woman, capable of all the wiles of the species. So, the first order of business was to put as much distance between me and those virgin lifetimes as possible. After all, it wasn’t like. The race began very normal with both Mike and Melindatrading position of the lead. The race went up I-85 to Highway 316. That iswhen trick number two was about to be hatched, Melinda pulled to the side ofthe road and acted like she had some problems with her bike. Actually Melindacalled Miranda who was a deputy sheriff to have her pull Mike over for speedingand wreck less driving. Mike went by at 70MPH past Miranda. Miranda flipped onher lights and sirens on and went after Mike. As Mike pulled. “what do you say?” “I-I im sorry mommy” “for what?” “for…fuck you” he said defiantly. “Wrong answer honey” She grunted, pushing hard, the egg slid up to her dickhead making it expand. “stop! Stop! Stop!, okay, I’m sorry for bothering you…” “That’s all you had to say baby. I’m going to pull out now, ok dear?” “ok, thank you mom” She lifted him, sliding her length out of her sons abused asshole her veins appearing like battle scars under the smear of cum. The expanded flange of her head caught on. I left right away thinking I’m not going to do that again, but later I thought that was kind of fun. I visited this place a few more times when I was in town. By now I understood the finger invite through the hole. I did the usual, putting in the tokens, droping my pants and watching the different videos and the guy next door. On this one occation I though what the hell, a blow job is a blow job and I stuck my cock through and this guy start to give me fantastic head. Before I was going to cum.