I am on fire.I grab your arms suddenly, urgently and push you down to the seat ... where I follow, still my lips locked to yours, my tongue ... your t...ngue ... mmmm. You are my drug. I am laying atop you my legs trying to find steady ground on either side of your hips ... desperately trying to not break this kiss. My hair falling, spilled all about your face. I feel your breathing beneath me and it draws me closer. I am moaning ... maybe ... well sounds escape my lips though muffled by our. The driver had guessed that he would go there, but not that the police and C.R.F. would guess the same.The old engine protested the effort it was being forced to make. Except for stops to refuel, the rusty Citation had been traveling non-stop from Mississippi. The driver just pushed that much harder. Time was of the essence. The possibility of being late was not to be considered.The driver of the Citation was unaware of the Jeep Cherokee that followed, just as the driver of the jeep was unaware. And no, gimme head does not constitute arousal for most women, ha-ha.Several folded towels are always a smart move.Neck, breasts, nipples, sides, thighs, ankles, kisses all over. Dive between those legs and gently lick and swirl for a while. Alternate all over. Back to the boobs, over the lips, down to the other set of em, remember. It's all about her. Nibble a nipple. Blindfold her with a silk tie or something and push her hands above her head. 'No touching Dear'If you do this right guys, give. David, who was always horny as jack rabbit almost forced her into watching his porn collection, forced her into fantasizing aloud for him. It was he who had coerced her into imagining that she was fucking his friend Gerry. How would she do him? What would he do to her? He eventually had her fantasize about almost everyone they encountered. It always drove him crazy to hear her do it but his cock would stiffen like a poker and they would have wild sex afterwards. He prodded, goaded and cajoled.