We are well beyond any feelings of guilt and as far as the world is concerned we are just two guys who share a lot of the same hobbies and interests. ...he friendship began with a specific need, grew as I satisfied that need in him and he satisfied that need in me (his seed) and has grown well beyond that original need without compromising his relationship or privacy. It is a perfect situation. He has shared all of his kinks with me and on the rare occasions his wife is out of town at night I. Tiffany’s pussy immediately moistened. Would her dreams of having sex with a real man come true? She wondered.“Hey mister ... Whatcha reading.” Said the bold girl as she sat down right next to the man.“Um ... The ... Sports page.” Said the nervous pervert, not expecting the girl of his fantasies to sit down next to him.Tiffany knew as soon as she looked at his stiff cock that he was a pervert. His big newspaper did a good job of hiding his erection, but he was still taking a chance. Tiffany. I suggested, “Let’s get in my truck. We can discuss this in more privacy.”Once we were in the truck, I drove to a far corner of the lot. There should be fewer prying eyes here, I thought.She continued to cry, sobbing relentlessly. What do I do?Sad sap that I am, I put my arm around her and she cuddled right in with her head on my shoulder.I rubbed her arm and hair to console her. When she stopped crying, she lay sideways on the seat and put her head in my lap. I continued to gently rub her hair. “Anywhere,” she declared. “Just drive.”I steered out onto one of the neighborhood streets and punched on the radio. Bailey slipped out of her flats and stuck her bare feet up on the dashboard in front of her, her mini-skirt bunching up in her lap and giving me an unintended view of a lot of leg.I had only driven about a block when Bailey asked, “Would you like to fuck me?”I damn near drove off the road.I looked over at her in silence to make sure I had heard what I thought I had heard.“I’m.