She'd gotten at his house, then she'd sucked his cock off and then they'd gone to supper together. Now, they were alone, the house was Pete's and the ...eekend was all theirs. Pete had Samantha in his arms, and instantly as soon as he closed his arms firmly around her body, it was like they were back in their parents' home again and they had the entire house to just the two of them for the whole weekend. Samantha was wearing a sexy dark top that allowed Pete to see her cleavage in the deep plunge. He stood as I approached and I followed him out. As we left I looked back and saw Delilah walking back to the private dance area with the guy. I felt a little stab.As we emerged into the light of the afternoon, he asked, "How was it?"I smiled, "Incredible. I didn't know that places like that were in San Francisco."He laughed, "Places like that are everywhere. The one constant in life is sex. If places like that ever cease to exist society is in trouble." He looked sideways at me, "Yes?". I felt the knob end slide into her throat and I pushed all the way until my balls hit her chin. She knew just what to do, after all this wasn't exactly the first time we'd fucked together, and I don't think for one minute that my prick is the only one that gives her pleasure.I slid my knob out to let her breath and then plunged it back in up to the hilt. Again, again, and again until I felt the next load welling up in my balls. I had to be careful or I'd suffocate my little fuck toy, so I. All I could think about was that I was masturbating in a car, going down the highway, with people watching me. I knew that some people really liked watching me, but what got me off was the occasional glimpse I got of a disapproving look from a car that we were passing. I would see the frown and know they thought I was a filthy disgusting slut who was such a skank that she had to get off in a car. It sent such delicious tingles of humiliation through me that I was ready to cum in no time.I felt.