Alex leaned back against the sloped side of her Camaro; David moved so he was leaning against her from thigh to chest. He didn't say a word. Then he m...ved three inches closer.Alex knew that she was supposed to kiss him at this point. She wanted to kiss him. The thought was exciting. But suppose he wanted to do something beyond that? Was she ready for that? She thought about the outline of bodies fucking on her computer monitor. Those women were being abused. The last person who had seen her. I mentioned all those power tools in the garage. They were all Uncle Sam’s. Errol never used them. He had a collection of ancient hand tools that was passed down from generation to generation, and he insisted that was how things should be made. I thought he was being a little short-sighted, but you sure couldn’t question his skill or the quality of his product. Every joint, every drawer, every cabinet door was perfectly fitted. Every item of furniture he turned out would become someone’s. " Stacy said. "Well yes, it was great, Sorry for just doing that without warning." I smiled. "No, don't be sorry, I knew you were going to do that, I could sense it and wanted it." Stacy said as she started to play with my cock some more. It stayed hard and was getting even harder. "I have something else for you." Stacy said as she pushed me onto my back. She pulled my underwear off, and I was ready to let her do anything after that blowjob. She got right on top of me, took my cock and guided. It was normally filled with rough people, truckers and wanderers. I knew that I would get lots of stares going there, and I wanted to know that every man in that place would want to fuck me. I decided to wear a short skirt, leaving my thong at home. My top was a silky one, which meant that my bare nipples showed through. Of course I was not wearing panties on my sun tanned long legs, which looked perfectly shaped on a pair of “fuck me” high heels. I watched myself again in the mirror before.