"Are you okay, sweetheart?" I asked. "Yes, sir, and I will be better when I get out of here, if only my ride will show up, now," she said through a tr...ubled voice, then asked,"Whyndon't you drive me home?" Nodding okay, I got the few items I needed and she followed me to the checkout, then out to my car. I was a little perplexed, thinking she couldn't be ;egal age, but thinking about how to get past that. "My name is Sierra," she said, as she climbed into my truck, and slid across the seat to. Trey is our age, 34. Mark is 36, I am 34. Somehow we hit it off immediately. Mark and Trey do plenty together. They play golf in the summer, basketball in the winter. The both love the local football and baseball teams. They became fast friends. Trey and I do plenty together. He loves to cook, is into landscaping a bit and he is a decent tennis player. He is a car nut and loves my BMW Z4. The other thing we do, as I am sure you have figured out, is fuck. It is wild. With Mark our sex is. The messenger fell into his doorstep, dying and with his last breath giving an invitation to the man with a dying instruction to finish the errand imparted upon him by the Queen. Knowing the invitation was not for him, and sought out to whom it had belonged to. He sought out far and wide for the intended one. He searched through the hills and dale for the one he believed the invitation belonged to. Finding no one he took it upon himself to do what he thought was right and take the invitation. Groaning,I had to taste it, licking one after the other up, tasting thewarm negroe semen. As I undid her skirt I knelt between herthighs, inhaling the scent, as I dragged and slipped herdrenched panties off. Cuntdrool and sperm began to leakfrom her soaked swollen pussy and her puffy anal ring thatused to be pink and now was a dark red. She had been pumpedhard and often. I looked up as she sighed, softly smiling, herhead lolling on the sofa now. I should put a blanket overher nudity now,.