It was a warm evening so Joyce put her coat on the back seet. Most of the jouney is on A roads,and joyce hates motorways. About an Hour into the journ...y joyce became restless and kept changing her position in the seat. I Noticed and asked her was she ok. Joyce replied ‘ I knew i should’nt of had that last glass of wine’ ‘Its gone straight through me’ ‘ I really need to pee’ We were only half way throught the journey. There was no way we would make it home. I started to look for somewhere to. She looked back, unable to see the other two girls in the darkness.Lauren inched her way along the cold floor of the hallway, carefully ensuring that the door didn’t shut. Her hands shook again as she felt her way along the wall, identifying light switches and another door which she didn’t remember. Continuing towards the front of the house, she realised she had a choice of two rooms, one on either side of the hallway. Both doors were closed. Gently, she turned the knob on the left hand door.. ”“What do like about it?”“Well...” He blushed again.“Come on, tell me.”He sighed. “Oh, okay. You look ... I don’t know. Like you’re waiting for someone. Waiting for me.”She stared at him, stony-faced, for a full ten seconds. He thought he must have gone too far but then she grinned and started to laugh. “See? Told you—it’s a bit too porno. Actually, the photographer told me to imagine I was waiting for a lover. Funny, huh?”“Yeah. Guess he was right.”“Guess so.” She paused. “It is getting really. Her hand reached to remove the toy. I stopped her. “No, leave it” I said, having picked up on just how she planned on getting my dick wet. She looked back at me, smiling evilly, and sank slowly onto me. As she I slid into her, I could feel the egg, pressed up against her little sponge. It gave way to me, and we passed, two strangers in a beautiful night. She sank all the way, landing softly on my lap, her knees wobbling. “I’m so full” she gasped, as I reached for the pocket of my shorts. .