She had truly grown into a lovely young woman, firm and athletic, yet exuding the budding sexuality of a screen siren. Her outstretched legs in cut-of... jeans was enough to arouse my natural curiosities. Nature sightseeing, huh? Good Lord, what was I thinking? She was completely distracting in her youthful exuberance and seductive voice. By the midpoint I had to relieve my straining cock at a rest stop. But, not enough time to relieve my throbbing urges. I had to wait for the night...We pitched. Demie was still wearing her preferred clothing of 60's hip jeans and a tight leather half top. A bit out of style these days, but what everyone was really paying attention to were her womanly charms. Her figure was a perfect hourglass, with a beautiful face that was a combination of Janis Joplin (at her most attractive), Demi Moore, and Tom's ex-girlfriend Laura. As a succubus, a female sex demon, she oozed female sexuality.She spotted the door she was looking for and headed to it. As she was. "We're just over halfway there, my hijabi slut, if you're cumming this hard now..." he trailed off as his cock sunk deeper into Fahima's greedy cunt.Fahima had never felt so full in her life. She felt her pussy being stretched to its breaking point and that turned her on even more. Donte had taken her legs off his shoulder and made her wrap them around his body. He was now looking deeply into her eyes as he began to up the speed of his thrusts, ramming in and out of her tight cunt like a. "I think she still found it hard to talk about her life on drugs, all she said was,"I'll never be able to thank you enough for what you did Johnny, but I bought you a little present, I hope you like it."She opened the garage doors and I feasted my eyes on the brand new BMW standing there."Mum, I --. " Tell me you like it, Johnny. Please darling." I could hardly believe it, she wasn't sure.I suppose it was everything that had happened over the past year or so, dad's death, mum's near-fatal.