‘You look familiar but I can’t place the face.’ ‘Tyrone Walker.’ Ty offered his hand. A look of recognition dawned in Andy’s eyes. ‘Ange... Point’s own James Dean. Welcome home, prodigal son.’ Andy shook Ty’s hand. Then he gestured to John, or rather Steven Armstrong. ‘Dispatch said a man called this in. Was that you?’ Ty nodded. ‘Dispatch is plenty peeved with you for hanging up on them. What happened here?’ Ty went first. I was grateful to have to time to order my thoughts. Andy jotted our. I felt him push against me, I tried to push him off, but he had me pinned against the rear of the car, much stronger then me, I couldn’t move, his hand now travelling down behind my skirt,to my bum feeling it thru the skirt, I was getting turned on I admit, he kissed really well, I sort of gave in lol, must have been the drink, I hardly drink, and when I do it goes straight to my head.I did mutter in his ear, “ you know this is wrong ! “ he answered “ I’m off to camp next week, no one will know. , she was riding me and I had no control over how that pussy was devouring my hard cock."Fuck Donna! I'm going to come!" I yelled."Don't you fucking dare cum yet!" she said, "I need this!"She continued riding me and I had never been fucked so hard!"I'm gonna fucking cum!" I yelled again, and at that, I began emptying into her but she wasn't stopping.She ground her pussy on me, screaming the house down, her head was thrashing left and right and she shouted obscenities."Take my fucking cum all. As she walks in she hears running bath water being shut off. As her heels click across the short marble entryway, a young girl of twenty-two emerges from the bedroom. She’s 5’3” topped with straight black hair, cut in a pageboy with a barrette on either side, large 34d breasts over her thin waist and medium derriere. She’s got a cute, intelligent face, and she’s very attractive without being intimidatingly pretty. She’s dressed in a white, short sleeved spandex top with nothing underneath, and.