He walked forward a bit taking a swallowing hard.“Dammit Trey get out here.” He said.A shadow moved behind him going under a hole too small for al... but children. Tyler got over to where the noise had come from. A muffler had fallen off the car. He smirked shaking his head.He hit ground in in a horrible scream of terror as a knife had cut through his Achilles tendon. He was on his back screaming for help when he looked over a look of confusion on his face and a knife buried itself into his. We had seen a lot of each others pics and had been playing for around a month and a half, it wasn't likely that one of us was not who we claimed to be. And for the last few weeks, we were meeting online every night. He was around 6 feet tall, east Asian, Japanese I am guessing. Tall, thin and masculine in appearance. I am 5'7" 150 fit, wrestlers build, masculine appearance also. By the time of our last few online fantasy sessions, I would usually end up fucking his ass, him begging me to cum. He fell back onto his pillows, his head swimming. With his eyes half open, he watched Tanya reach for his cock again, to lick the last drops of come that had dripped out. His dick was sensitive, and she handled it gently, like a pro. “Mm.” Tanya commented. She purred quietly while holding his softening erection. “You fuck like a wild stallion, you American stud. I loved it. I wish I could get this kind of attention everyday.”“I can do my best, Tanya.” Dillon promised. “I don’t know how long I. “I got here from Hornell in it,” I replied.We got into the car, and I went through its convoluted starting procedure.We drove until we hit FDR drive, and then turned left. The car was still noisy as all hell, and I piloted it up Harlem River Drive, until we got to I-95, which we took over the George Washington Bridge. We followed that to I-80, and I planned on taking us to Delaware Water Gap National Park.The ride was in companionable silence, and for some reason another woman popped into my.