It was too bad that I had to deceivehim, but that was what I marked him for. Perhaps, in another place, we mayhave become friends."So, Dan, what is it...that you do for a living? A girl should know thisinformation, especially since we're on a date," I asked, tipping my headin the direction the big man had drifted off in. I was trying anything inan attempt to spur on a conversation, trying to draw him into my web. Idaintily took a slow sip from his glass, turning it slowly toward him sohe could. . just for a few seconds.Pulling back, I allowed Daphne to catch her breath - her lovely breasts rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for air. Letting her hair fall back, I ran the fingers of both hands into her honey colored tresses. I gazed into her eyes, which were filled with passion. I ran my fingers down the sides of her head to her face. I stroked my thumbs across her cheeks where she had teared up a little during our kiss. My hands then soothed her neck with soft caresses. I don't. Going slow and weaving from lane to lane. “What you bitching about? I’m the one who’s driving, not you.” “Why Shouldn’t I? It’s eight thirty, this snow sucks, there’s nothing but assholes on the road and I’m late again. This will be the sixth time. I’m gonna get in trouble.” You’re not that late. Besides I got pull. I’ll cover for you.” “Yeah you got pull, just like you had pull this morning. “What’s with you? Thought you enjoyed it, now your acting like you got out on the wrong side of the. She then started to change the rhythm and motion to keep me on edge, all the time bringing me closer to orgasm. Just then I felt another pair of hands on me. Karen, your typical blond bombshell, had been lying on another air mattress on the other side of me. She had moved over, slipping the loose neckline of my shirt down over my breast and engulfing my left nipple in her mouth. While I masturbated quite often by myself it did not feel nearly as good or as dirty as having these two girls work.