This is my car."Caddy nodded and said, "Well, as long as you are happy and as long as I don't have to drive in it with you. How do you know about this...stuff anyway? You didn't strike me as someone into cars? Not driving that piece of crap Nissan?"Dan laughed and said, "No, it's a writer friend of mine. A guy named StangStar. I know him as StangStar06. He and I are on a forum together. What that guy doesn't know about Mustangs isn't worth knowing. I just emailed him and asked him what I should. Funnily enough, she even asked me if I preferred her big breasts. My God, she even squeezed her boobs together emphasising her cleavage as she said it." What did you say?" I asked feeling more anxiety rising. "Ha, I said I liked hers a lot, but that my favourite breasts are the ones attached to my girlfriend. Cara giggled at that and said it was a good answer. Keeping two girls happy at the same time."I smiled at Jack and gave him a kiss. He pulled me into an embrace but I knew we could not get. “Yeah, I should.” She furrowed her brow. “But you were just ... hormonal. Boy crazy. And it’s in the past. Okay? I mean, I said plenty of mean things about you to James behind your back.”“You did?” I asked. There was something about her admission that was an invitation to share some of the guilt. She wanted to lessen my guilt. Because she did love me. Despite the hurtful things I said, she still cared for me. “Like what?”“Dried-up old bitch,” she said. “And stuck-up bitch. And prudish cunt.. She thought she was ready for it. She was wrong. It stretched her in new and different directions. For a horrible moment, she was afraid he was going to rip and tear her delicate inner membrane.She didn't like the idea of bleeding to death for Don's amusement. But nothing this drastic happened. Her flexible cunt walls stretched to take the man's huge girth.The jerking and bucking of his cock stirred her inner nerves and made her acutely aware of her body. The momentary pain had passed and now.