.. and dropping the remnants on the bed beside us.“Hey” she gasped.I quickly replied “I’ll replace them with even sexier ones”.I placed my h...nd around my cock base, and directed the head between her puffy pussy lips. I ran it up and down gathering her wetness, and when sufficiently wet I placed the cockhead at her tight entry.“Are you ready?” I asked her.“Tell me what you want.”She hesitated then she moaned “Please fuck me”.“It will be OUR pleasure” I told her as I pushed forward into her tight. I took a step back towards the house."It's a 1965 Triumph Bonneville," Adam smiled brightly, pride evident on every line of his face. "It was my Dad's. I've been working on it for years; it needed a lot of work, but I think it's finally ready for a real test run. I had it shipped over from home and I've only driven it around town; I want to take it out and see what it can do."I took another step back towards the house but Adam didn't notice my hesitation. He spouted off a bunch of. My finger pulled off of my nipple and I snapped the fabric of my bra back onto my nipple triggering another orgasm. The weakness in my knees caused me to put most of my body weight onto the corner of the vanity and I started grinding in a circle. "Fuck this cunt needs another cum. Oh yeah, get it, oh yessss, fuck, fuck, fuck.' I began gyrating my pussy on the corner of the vanity as my left hand alternated flicking each of my nipples with my finger nails. I succumbed to yet another powerful. He was a big guy, with a happy face and a nonthreatening manner. He made you comfortable.’ ‘But if that big, happy, smiling guy asked you a question you were uncomfortable with, you better tell the truth, because he had a video clip or a print quote ready to show if you lied. That’s why his show was so good, because he didn’t threaten you, just made you aware of the consequences if you chose to lie.’ ‘Why am I telling this story? Because I intend to imitate him. I want my facts doublechecked.