Pushing her car faster and faster, she didn’t even hear the horns of the other cars around her. Vision blurred from her tears, she bit them back, sh...king her head and gripping the wheel harder, knuckles white and fingers cramped. She was toying with death, taunting, daring it to conquer her. How could she have been so foolish to trust someone like him…? She didn’t scream this time, she didn’t try to hide, she didn’t move at all. Not bothering to wipe away the tears she could feel burning her. How about Thursday, your place, right after work?"They agreed and that was that. Thursday, right after work. I was liking this."Okay, I'll be there and you have to promise me one thing," I told him and he asked what that was."You've got to take that hard cock of yours and give her a fucking that she'll remember. Make it good and make it last, okay?"He agreed and I hung up hoping she was going to get the screwing of a lifetime.I got to their house right at five-thirty and rang the bell. I saw a. He stopped briefly to tell me that he had been seen to a little earlier by a trucker with a big cock so his pussy was well greased and open to further probing if i was so inclinedFor me it was now my turn to give his erection a tongue lashing so first i kissed him full on the lips tasting my own sweet cock as i did and then on down to dealing with was he kept inside those sheer panties.his erection was not that large but what it lacked in length it made up for in girth and stroking him before i. Jenni travelled with him and managed to keep him relaxed with the result that he passed his oral examination with flying colours, very much to his relief; now he was Captain Marty Peters, qualified to be in charge of a ninety foot long Thames Spritsail Barge, carrying passengers. Jenni was delighted to congratulate him and reward him in her inimitable manner."But you know," he said when he was capable of rational speech, "I almost think I was happier sailing as your Mate..." Silly," she.