The girl had a bimbo type voice a little nasally, reminiscent of her sisters best friend. Now the girls figure matched and Debbie's gut turned in emba...rassment." Oh fuck it can't be, no it's can't!"Her eyes widened in horror as she saw what the Mask had in his hand. It was a cordless pistol grip screwdriver. The type you use to screw shelving together with. On the tip where the interchangeable bit should be the Mask had fashioned his own device. It was a long narrow dildo. One that looked like. Coming and going. The cum release is fantastic but the sensation is supreme. My head and neck snap into position watching the sex show, watching my cock. Personal voyeurism.My breathing stops again. Wrist action rhythm now erratic, not steady as before. Stop then start. Large exhale of breath. The next shot, the third, is the greatest. The explosive force spurts the load of this discharge the furthest. At best it has landed on my cheek but normally travels eighteen inches landing between my. Only the pleasure, fuck the pleasure she could not describe. Every thrust she met with a rise in her bottom, she had no idea that the car rocked all she cared about was the pleasure, a delight that she had never experienced. In and out that cock went, her head rolled from side to side, saliva dribbled from her lips and as he rose from those sucked nipples he left a similar train of saliva. She hung on, rising to his every thrust, but no matter how much pleasure was rushing through her entire. In thedriver's seat was Bruce, a neighborhood boy who was a junior, in thegrade below than me. He was the most effeminate boy I knew, morefeminine in nature than most girls. It seemed that everything he didhad a girlish flair. He had a lilt in his voice and always madeexpressive hand motions and facial expressions and his hips seemed towiggle when he walked. As I remember, he usually wore guy's clothes,but he made everything he wore seem to have an effeminate flourish. Hewore pinks and pastels.