I look up at the patterns on her roof. My mouth is dry and I want a drink. It’s Tia who breaks the silence eventually. “I know what you’re think...ng,” she says eventually. “I enjoyed it the first time so I came back for more. It doesn’t mean anything and it doesn’t need to. We both know what this is and what we both want. There are extenuating circumstances and we don’t need to talk about it. No heart to heart. No declaration of love. No “I thought you hated me” bullshit. No debrief.”I don’t. She wore a short school uniform skirt that stopped well above the knee. Knee high white socks showed like snow as they hugged the flesh of her calf and ankle. She wore five or six inch high heeled stiletto shiny black paten shoes that made her look taller and longer legged all at the same time. It was a nice affect!She had always fantasized about safely stripping for a bunch of men and having them watch her as she masturbated. She wanted to hear them call her a slut and a whore. She had. Don't stop fucking me until I have no cum left in me." He obliges, slamming me against the truck, onto my belly. "You little slut you. Daddy's gonna fuck you like the little slut you are. Hold onto that truck baby and stick that ass out." I spread my legs and offer my ass. He grips my thighs, and runs his dick up and down my crack, teasing me with it. I start to whimper and he slaps my ass. "You don't have to beg baby, it's coming. I just love the way your ass looks from behind." Moving. She was all go this girl, reflexes trained to the starters gun. Give her a direction and there was no stopping her. Stop her that was the last thought in Bernard’s mind. He had given her his head and she was using hers, nature was right; two heads are better than one, a cock-head and a nubiles head. Bernard was straddling Erica and she took his member deep in her mouth from across her face and his balls slapped regularly against her soft cheek. He twisted her long brunette hair through his.