I came this close to rear-ending them.The route through Woodland Hills, Topanga Canyon Blvd. to Mulholland Dr. was okay, but then came the Mulholland ...ighway, and I got held up in a line of vehicles following a dump truck, unable to overtake because of oncoming traffic. There’s been a lot of real estate development, and ‘Highway’ is kind of a misnomer on this section – it’s not a restricted-access road. There are a whole lot of turnings and junctions, not all of them obvious. My opposite number. He didn’t have anything against the rich, or else he wouldn’t have pursued a law degree; but he did know, conversely, that rich people have a lot more ability to take advantage of vulnerable situations. Logan Pearse was having a hard time thinking of anything more vulnerable than this scenario.He still felt a little twinge of desire for the man, though, like a lingering aftertaste. He found that his penis was semi-flaccid and grew less so the more he thought about that desire.But his thoughts. The urge to scream took over, as inch after inch filled my tight little arsehole, "AAAAaaaggghhHHH!" I squealed. Tommy froze, for a moment. "I'm sorry," he grunted, and started to withdraw his cock from my tiny hole. "No, no, no! Don't stop! Keep it in." I gasped as my arsehole stung and ached at the same time. He grasped my hips and slowly, gently fucked my arse.I couldn't believe how much this was hurting me, but I was enjoying every tiny second.My arse was now becoming numb. He increased his. When I’d first looked at the feminine figure leaning against the balcony railings, I truly believed that it was Sally. It was only when I saw her face that I realised it was Carole.Now I looked at my limp cock, still glistening with Carole’s juices, and knew that I should have known the difference. When I penetrated Carole’s pussy it was slightly tighter than normal and, at that moment, alarm bells should have rung in my head.But I was so caught up in fucking this beautiful woman, my primal.