Nipples tugged nipples, cock tugged clit, as each tried to escape the full force of the whip, which of course meant exposing the other to it. They fel... onto their sides, rolled, the locked rings tugging until it seemed that flesh must tear, Bob trying to get below Tiffany, Tiffany below Bob. I looked up from their writhing forms. Brad’s face remained calm, interested, observant, as his arm rose and fell as methodically as a pendulum. They began to beg him to stop, they howled promises of. “Where are you going?” The guy said once the woman rolled down her window. “California”, I shouted so as to be heard over the roar of a passing semi-truck. “You’re in luck we’re going to LA.” My eyes lit up but I waited for the formal invitation. “Go ahead, get in.” The guy totally looked like an eastern city dude and the woman to his right had nice hair and full, young-looking breasts but an old face housing gentle hazel eyes. Frank Serpico comes to mind. I told him I was actually going to. I could feel his fingers getting near my pubic hair. I started shaking and crying, then he run his fingers on the lips of my vagina. I had a funny feeling coming over me, my pussy started to twitch and ach, and then I had an orgasm, then another. It felt so good, but at the same time I knew it was bad to feel this way. Then he stuck his finger in my vagina, it hurt, but at the same time it felt good. I didn’t know what to think. I got to the point where I was to weak to fight any longer, so. Lightly running her fingers over them. She played with his chest.Soon, she wanted more. She wanted her hands on his hard masculinity. Swiftly she slid his zipper down and reached both hands into his open fly.His cotton underwear kept her from touching his flesh but that only excited her more. Her left hand slid down under his balls and cupped them with a gentle squeeze. Her heel of right hand pressed against his erection and rubbed up and down the cotton encased center of her attention.Bob.