I searched for my car. My brain still focused on that massive cock in itssheath, surrounded by leather.I remembered the smell: his smell. It was musky... slightly sour smell of aman who has been lightly sweating but recently cleaned with strongdeodorant soap. His teeth, large, white and sharp grinned broadly from asquare-jawed face with dark, laughing blue eyes. He knew I was a secretsissy. Somehow, he seemed to know! In an instant my dream man knew hecould have me.My thoughts kept playing. His shit was no more than a fly landing on your ass.Well let me tell you, I didn't like what he was doing, I messaged.Sure you did. It caused a circuit overload just like when the Irishman fucked you. So get off your high horse. You didn't like the loss of control, and we understand that, but honey it's call acting. You need to learn how to play parts other than Maxine the super bitch.Well, I can see there is no sense arguing with you. I suddenly realized that they were allowing me to argue.. “Oh, do tell! I want to know everything.” I replied by putting my arms around her. Our eyes met and held. I leaned-in to kiss her lips. She responded and we kissed deeply. Finally pulling back she said, “Do I taste Liam on your lips?” and she gave me a knowing smile.“Hush-up and lay with me” I replied, and we snuggled together on the bed. We didn’t talk; we just held each other. Finally, I spoke, “You have turned me into a little cum slut, Black Bush.”She laughed, “No, no. You have always had. You have nice jugs," the guy said."Thank you," I said.Then he poked them. And squeezed them. It felt so good. It was so sexual.He kneaded my boobs through his fingers. The feeling was indescribable. Ialmost let out a moan, but I kept it in."Thank you so much," he said handing me $15 in cash."You're very welcome. You're really good at feeling up my girls," I saidto him with a wink. I stuffed the chase in my cleavage. I went to thekitchen and got his beer. I stuffed it in between my boobs and.