I told her for that little show we were going to walk very slowly to the door. I told her to look up and see where she was going as if everything was ...ormal.I walked her really slow to the door and several cars went by and the usual hoots and remarks were made by the guys in them and it was humiliating for Alice but what do I care. She will be the new whore and whores get humiliated. I bent her over the back of the couch and nailed her cock box and fucked her real good. I dumped my load in her. I peeled her panties off and stared at her bush. I gently nudged her thighs apart, seeing the glistening hair and lips that were her pussy.Helping he into the tub, I helped her get settled. I wetted her hair (on her head) and reached for the shampoo. I gave her a long, stimulating hair washing. She began to squirm. "Ahhh, no one's done this for me since my mother." I responded with "That sucks!" I shampooed then rinsed, then conditioned, and then rinsed again." After that, I took the little. I had my mom’s body, minus the tits. I could be a pretty boy if I didnt have the braces and the acne on the side of my face. I laid there for a while reading the last of my book when my door suddenly flew open startling me. ‘Dude what the fuck?! Can you knock?!!!’ I shout. ‘Let’s rematch right now.’ He demanded. He looked like he literally just got out of the shower with the towel still around his waist and water dripping from his face and body. ‘Donny, we can play tomorrow man. Just go to. Fortunately you did have an alternative so hitchhikers were a common site on the roads in those days. We never heard about any killers or anything. However, you never knew who was going to stop (if anyone at all) and I was soon to discover that every once in a while you’d get picked up by someone with sex on their mind. Nevertheless, hitchhiking was never a recommended means of transport. You also never quite knew when you would reach your destination; you were exposed to the elements, and you.