Built like a steel-reinforced concrete shithouse. Could drink more beer in a single glass than most people could in a whole evening, and still be sobe... enough to drive Daytona 500 and finish 4th or better.Joanna, on the other hand, was a bit more delicate in her build. She was a curvy girl, and kinda weird. The good kind of weird. She always wore her hair in a rather peculiar way. She had a ponytail of sorts, held up with hair pins, while the back of the ponytail was made into dreadlocks that. Work,” she said and stopped. “It wasn’t a dream, was it baby? We really did all those nasty things? You didn’t mean the things you said though, right? Do you really hate me that much?”“Mom I love you so much! More even! I’d never say those things and mean them. I had to pretend, to make it real.”“Oh, it’s real, baby. My ass is proof of that. Oh God, I’ve still got that butt plug in me, don’t I?”“Yeah, mom. And it’s the smallest one Lotta had. Once dad wakes up, we need to talk about what we. She had hoped he would ask and didn't want to be left out. "I'm not really dressed to go any distance, but around the block shouldn't be too bad."It took her a minute to get perched on the back of the bike, with Jason in front of her. She'd never spent much time on a motorcycle, a half dozen times on the back of Kevin's, and occasionally clear back to being a little girl on the back of Jason's antique -- and now, for the first time in a long time, in winter darkness. But still, it was exciting;. But I Knew that wasn’t pee, so kept it up. She squirted like hell on my hand and whole seat and her leggings were wet.We were tired and she told me to take out my cock so as to relieve me. She started giving me a hand job but I wasn’t reaching the point she bent her head and came directly over my groin and started blowing her deep warm breath over it. The sensation was mind blowing.Then she did something which I wasn’t expecting. She spat on my dick and started giving me a blowjob. And she was.