." Mmm...Good girl..that's it. " pulling out I cough and smile up at him, loving the taste of his cock. His hands rub in the warm sweat and saliva tha... drips off his shaft. " Lay back now," I do as i'm told and lay back on the hard not even real " Seats" of the back seat. Suddenly my body is bare, I hear a tear. " You don't need those anymore.. " His cock rubs at my entrance slowly, teasing me..." Mm...Biting my lip and looking him in the eyes.." I want it.." He teases me even more, " tell me. “I been meaning to ask you, who the hell is Sal Fravlette?” I asked.“When I was a kid, Sal ran a bakery in our neighborhood,” Deacon said.“So how do we nullify the threat?” I asked.“Write a letter explaining why we threatened that asshole. Make ten copies and send them to Mississippi gambling commission members. Oh and the biggest newspaper in the state. Then send them to a lawyer to be mailed in case of our deaths. Send a copy to the asshole, but not the location of the others copies or the. I feel every inch of your ramming tool grind into me and wrap my legs around your back to take you deeper still. Your hands grasp my soft fleshy thighs and your mouth closes over my breasts licking and sucking and lapping at both in turn as you begin to fuck my cunt hard, drilling me into the bed, the mattress squeaking wildly with each thrust. I know Im just another easy lay to you but it means the world to me to be your slutty little sex-toy and I want you to use me anyway you like just so I. "No washers or anything? Little nuts? Just bolts?" Yeah, just bolts," he spread his thumb and index finger a little, "About this big."Waldo was at least looking at me, his big brown eyes hopeful. He was a senior but he sorta acted like he was in grade school usually and he was a serious momma's boy too. In fact the car was his mom's, an old Impala station wagon, the one with the 350 in it. Not a bad motor, but damn that was an ugly car. Sort of mud yellow like you see by the river when it's.