Then the rubber tracks spun against air. The front end had finally lost its footing.The moment he felt the front leave the ground, Finn fired the rock...t. In the monitor, they watched helplessly as the tiny projectile arched out of sight, trailing the bright red, plasma rope. He held his breath and prayed it would take hold. Finn counted to five, then flipped the switch that reeled in the winch. The Jeep was teetering precariously, and finally, overcome by gravity, the front end started tumbling. I’m wearing tight jean capris, black sandals and my black t-shirt with a number four on it. It’s my ‘I’m just having a casual night out with my friends, no I’m not a crazy fan’ outfit. I’m also sporting my glasses, partially to hide the bags under my eyes and partially because it adds to my cute AND smart look. We walk into the bar and Rochelle leads the pack. This is her town, her people and she’s just that type to walk into a place first. She’s the kind of girl guys gawk at. Not me. I’m more. She closed her eyes and began moving up and down my shaft again. I took the slower pace as my chance to lock my lips around one of her nipples, but it was short lived, soon she was going full force on me again, and before long she was shaking and grinding through a large climax. She took a few minutes to compose herself before climbing off of me, I saw her juices pooling in my lap. She used a washcloth to wipe up her mess. “Thanks Brantley.” She said to me, leaning down to kiss me on the. Her black friend was wearing jeans that barely contained a wonderful ass and a loose top that gave little hint of what lay beneath. She smiled again; "We're having pasta tonight. Why don't you come over and try some of my homemade sauce?" I had already eaten but agreed to come over to sample.After a checkout during which I thought the teenager at the register was going to climb into my cart, we left talking about pasta. Marisa, the brunette, had her own car but Tasha rode with me to give.