"Honey, this is wrong." Shhhhh, just pull into your garage and close your eyes. You won't regret it I promise."He was mine I could tell. He pulled int... his garage and shut off the motor and leaned his seat back. I took his cock out of his pants and started sucking him. I heard his groan of pleasure and his hands wrapped into my long hair. He sighed in deep pleasure as I sucked him deeply down my throat."Jasmine, that feels amazing."I focused on the head of his cock for a few minutes. Sucking. I know he was thinking this was over, but I had more in store for the straight slut. Without warning, I stuck two fingers in his ass. “Ohhhh. Noooo” he cried out. I laughed as my fingers sawed into his ass. I thought he could handle it so I added two more fingers, slowly at first, then faster. Finally, I decided to just treat Philipp like the whore he was and jammed all five fingers down to my knuckles into his ass hole. I kept it up and began fisting his asshole as hard as I could. He screamed. You toss your backpack on to the coffee table and try not to step on leftover gadgets and pieces of Sara’s experiments.In almost a flash Sara greets you wearing a nice summer dress while holding two bags of luggage. She gives you a rundown of things to do and its the usual stuff: collect the mail, water the plants out front, don’t open the small metal circuit breaker looking plate in the wall …ok, that last bit is oddly cryptic but before you can inquire about it she’s already out the door.So,. She looked at me expectantly.“What’s that?” I asked, gesturing at the page.“Just some lyrics,” she answered, somewhat shyly.“Oh. A new song you want to try? Which one?”“Promise you won’t laugh?”“What, is it Madonna or something?”“No. Something I wrote.”I gaped at her. “Really?”“It’s probably stupid, I don’t know. I wanted to see what you thought. They’re just some lyrics I’ve been writing this week.”The love letter, then.I nodded toward the sheet. “Let me see. Pete’s been helping you? How does.