I was half way to the door and she was struggling to her feet when a thought occurred to me.“Put the bra on properly but lose the skirt,” I told h...r. Although her blouse had be thrown somewhere her bra still circled her waist. “But Miss …” she said with pleading eyes.“Don’t be a baby,” I said, “its dark outside and there’s no one around and the car’s right outside. Just do it!”With the air of a frightened Bambi she unzipped the skirt and let it fall round her ankles. She worked the bra back up. The robe was a little small. I hadn't realized how broad those shoulders were. No wonder his t-shirt was so frayed. As the boys ate, we made small talk. Ted found beer in the fridge and the two of them laughed about the ride. The pie was a hit. Steve said he hadn't had homemade apple pie since he left home 4 years earlier. Ted asked if he had never gone home. Steve answered, "To what? A drunk for a father who beat my mother and a mother who wouldn't leave?" With that Steve grew. For a good ten minutes i sucked petes cock, savouring the feel of his thick shaft filling my mouth and the taste of his pre-cum oozing into my mouth. Before long the noises coming from pete signified he was close to wanting to cum and as i continued sucking, his body began to stiffen in anticipation. Not wanting to have this session over so soon, i took his cock out of mouth and gently squeezed it enough until his urge to cum sub-sided.I then told pete that i wanted him to fuck me, positioning. Doch alles um mich herum blieb stockdunkel. Seltsame Gerüche durchströmten meine Nase. Mein Schädel dröhnte, als ob mein Hirn ein Dieselmotor wäre. War der Cidre vielleicht zu stark, zu hochprozentig? Oder hatte ich wirklich so viel gesoffen, dass ich bewusstlos geworden bin?? Erst langsam gewannen meine Sinne wieder an Schärfe; die Geräusche wurden definierbar, auch die Gerüche: Es roch nach Teer oder nach Dieselöl. Täuschte ich mich, oder war es real? ― Da war ja wirklich ein Dieselmotor!.