This nameless whore seemed to encapsulate, seemed to be a living projection of every deep fantasy. She was the wanton sex that Katy had daydreamed, m...de flesh.So this was the new route. Every day, Katy would come home from work, driving through the red light zone, stealing glimpses and glances at this wanton theme park of sex and sensuality, endlessly absorbing new details. A pair of black teenage hookers, a gold toothed pimp, peep shows, cheap hotels. And more often than not, her red. Good. I continued looking for possible problems.Rats and others of their ilk love to gnaw on rubber ... American rubber had a lot of salt and rats ... rabbits ... chew on it. Of course ... success in gnawing usually results in death. These hoses were ‘armored’, braided stainless covers. Thumper didn’t die a painful death.The fuel tank was bone dry ... and not rusty ... dusty maybe. Could the last user have run it out of gas and just left it? The float bowl on the carburetor should tell the. "Well, drive safe!" Alex hung up the phone and left the bathroom, tossing the phone on the dresser and plopping down on the bed. He closed his eyes, frustrated. He must have fallen asleep, because he was suddenly jolted awake to loud music blaring downstairs. He sat up and ran his hands sleepily through his hair, getting up off the bed and jogging lightly down the stairs.The music got louder as he walked down the hallway to the rather large apartment's den. He slid past a couple he recognized. My moms back arched, a deafening scream arose, convulsions, the sight of her orgasm drove me over the edge into the strongest orgasm I had ever had in my short life. I fell onto the floor after losing my balance, I squirmed and wiggled, I bit my lip holding in massive screams.I hurriedly got up, and ran into my room where I fell onto the bed and passed out. It was hours later I silently woke up, naked. My pussy was wet! There was an in and out motion in my pussy, I was being fucked! But by.