When my sweet Amélie left for college a year ago, I was proud but lonely. My work was lenient enough that I could start doing most of my work from h...me, and that was when I started working on -the- project. The one project anyone famous will be best known for, for the rest of their lives. This invention would send my name down in history forever. You see, I was developing a technology that would make moving cargo by freight or plane obsolete, people could ship items or even themselves in. “Stop it you naughty boy,” Michele giggled and squeezed the bulge in the front of her son’s trousers; she traced the outline of his manhood through his denim jeans with a long red fingernail and then pushed him away.“Not in the house!” she mouthed silently at him and turned on her heels for the door to the lounge room.She flicked up the hem of her skirt giving David a quick peek at her red satin bikini panties; she smiled mischievously at him and then opened the door and stepped into the. "Threw a belt," I replied disgustedly. "Could you give me a ride to the next town?" I hate the idea of hitchhiking, especially with all the freaks around these days, but I was shit out of options."Sure, climb up." My name's Will," I offered, extending my hand to the trucker."Dave," responded the driver as his giant hand engulfed mine. He geared the big rig back up to speed, concentrating on the road ahead.Dave was a big guy. He wore a wife-beater that showed his rippling biceps, covered with. I asked why and he said that my stilettos made him aroused…I got naked and knelt down on my hands and knees in the middle of a warm guest room prepared for play. Leon the Rottweiler, was in just a second humping on my back, with Jerome there to guide his hard cock to the right place. Pretty soon I felt his cockhead inside me and he quickly hammered the rest deep in my wet cunt. I gasped and felt it hurt; but Jerome laughed, saying his huge black cock would hurt me even worse…Leon’s dick.