It was Billy who gave a name to Cartwheel’s van – The Makeout Machine. This was a few years before Ford came out with their Good Times Machine. I ...uess Cartwheel was a trendsetter. We imagined all the women he must pick up to kiss and ‘stuff’ in there. The windows were tinted so dark that we couldn’t see anything inside, so we dreamed up what the interior must be like. In our minds, we saw a bed, a lava lamp (though we never thought where it would get power), a TV, a refrigerator, and a stash. Everyone else was either collapsed in a drunken heap, asleep, in couples or a combination of the three, but neither of us had drunk anything that evening.I followed her wondering where she was taking me, and admiring her shapely form under her tight white t-shirt, short black skirt and what seemed like white tights. She led me into a spare room with a double bed, and locked the door. Then I was pleasantly surprised, because she put her arms around my neck and kissed me softly on the lips. I. "Oh God you're a great cunt eater." "I'm glad you liked it. I enjoyed doing it. Are you ready for more?" "Oh fuck yes. Make me cum again. PLEASE!" I went back to licking her with more enthusiasm. It wasn't long before she started getting hot again. She moaned and pushed her pussy back at my face with her fingers twined deep in my hair. It didn't take long for her to start her next orgasm. She almost screamed out, rapidly fucked her mound against my face and rolling her head from side. Feeling her probing fingers and his dick set me off and I started cumming just sitting on his dick.“ Ohhhh fuck, daddddddddddy”, I squealed.That’s what he did, he gripped my hips and with his feet planted firmly on the floor George started pounding deep into me. I pushed my hips up and down on him and thrust deeply into me. Consuela kept up thoroughly lubed, by licking my cunt and slurping on George’s dick.. She had a lovable touch of nasty in her and would occasionally spit on his dick to.