“Please…don’t…”She squeezed and I let out a moan. Desperation, so scared. I slowly looked up into her face, those liquid eyes, soft, long bl...nde hair…I shuddered and licked my lips.She said my name softly, “Suzy…”Trembling at her voice I whimpered, “No..please..let me go…”Her hand left my breast and rested on the back of my neck, making my tiny fists clench in their cuffs as she said, “I don’t want to…”Begging quietly, “I can’t do this, please…please stop….”She slipped her arm around my waist. You were getting fucked from both ends and were loving it.For several minutes we pounded away at you from both ends. As I pounded away at you, you were giving my buddy the best blowjob of his life. I heard his breathing become harder and harder, I knew then he was filling your mouth full of cum. You were taking it all in, not missing a drop.When he was finished you turned to whisper in my ear. I pulled out of your dripping wet pussy, lay back on the seat, lifting you by the waist and sat your. Bill reached behind her head and ran his fingers into her hair. With a cock insider her and another brushing her lips she opened her mouth to moan. When she did Bill grasped the back of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth.Any original thought of fucking Reggie and leaving were out the window now. Bill held her head and pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. She braced a hand on Bill's hip as her lips slid up and down his shaft. An extra hand ran over her breast and she remember. Except he couldn’t play rap music and I couldn’t play jazz. We found a happy medium in eighties pop and Country & Western music, which we both thought was hilarious but went well with the landscape.After the first trip, when we only had a few songs to listen to from a home copied Dire Straits CD I found in the glove box, Asim loaded up his iPod with a few dozen albums. I’m convinced our duet of ‘Behind The Clouds’ is better than Brad Paisley’s version, and Asim sings ‘All My Exes Live In Texas’.