I turned the corner to find her there, tucked away in a little nook, sitting taught upon a stack of ancient books. Her back kept straight so as to kee... her blouse from dropping, the top now hanging from little more than her nipples, teetering with the same screeching desire I felt beginning to drip inside me.My face turned to stone as I squinted, trying to finally make out the features of her face. The lamp, far behind me now, only worked to cast dull shadows. But I could see her hands, her. "As the cards were dealt, Bill made me stay there with his hand on my ass saying, "I'm sure you'll want me to win since my balls are aching full of jizz." When he looked at his cards he said for me to take a look. I bent down to see his cards. He had two pair. Aces and Jacks."Wish me luck Pissy," he said tossing in one card and then he unzipped his pants and let his semi hard cock head poke out saying to me, "kiss it for good luck." He squeezed my ass hard so I would know to do it without. He clasped the steering wheel tighter. "We're not lost--just a little turned around. We'll hit a town soon." Yeah, well, you'd better ask for directions the first chance you get so I can stop staring at acres and acres of identical trees."He knew he shouldn't take the bait, yet he did. "Or what? What are you going to do, Greta? You know what was the best look for you? When you had the red spikes in your hair--like horns. It allowed people to get a head start." What I'm going to do is call Dad. . fought for dominance in her.“Yes, master,” she said, opening her mouth.“Wait.” I sat down, then, instructed Andy to teach Lisa how to suck cock. Andy was a good cock sucker. No, Andy was a great cock sucker. I found out she was a good teacher, also. Since I can hold back forever, I did, enjoying the two beautiful women at my feet and their strenuous efforts at pleasing me.How can I describe this? Picture a wet dream, centerfold-type blonde, naked, on her knees, sweetly and competently.