Sometimes she was pushing one finger in before the other was all the way out. Then with very little effort she slid both fingers inside and followed w...th deep rhythmic thrusts which made him moan out loud. Reaching up behind his cock she found his prostate and rubbed her fingers along the sides. Her fingers were circling, stroking up and down and doing figure eights. Massaging his prostate like this was driving him wild. Taking advantage of his semiconscious state she paused and said she would. She was waiting at an intersection, hopping from foot-to-foot in her impatience, when a familiar vehicle rolled to a stop in front of her. ‘Hey, sexy,’ Max’s gravelly voice greeted her as the window rolled down. ‘Hi there,’ she replied, ducking her head to look in at him. ‘You need a ride somewhere?’ ‘I don’t accept rides from strange men,’ Mary replied with a grin. ‘Well, that’s good. I might have to kick some ass if you did.’ ‘Not my ass!’ she exclaimed with a laugh. ‘Of course not. Now get. "You are so stupid!" she shouted."Why?" I groaned. I didn't understand anything."I was twelve," said Hannah. "I didn't understand anything about boys."She took a sip of coffee and put the cup down so hard that it slopped over. She ignored that and leaned towards me."Except that my big brother loved me and didn't want any other boys to touch me."Her emphasis on the word "other" gripped my mind like a rat terrier and shook it."Could you maybe talk about that a little more?" I asked.She looked at. “But what thefuck are you doing here?”“Get out of here at once!” she said.“I’m certainly not going to,” I replied, “I’ve paid $50for a fuck and that’s what I’m going to get!”“Not with me you’re not. I’ll get them to send anothergirl up for you.”“No,” I said, “you’ll do just fine. Now get that bra andpants off and let me see your cunt before I fuck you.”“Stop using that language to me and I’ve told you to getout.”“I don’t think you understand me,” I said, “unless youdo exactly as I say, Dad’s.