Again her hips jumped, as her pussy squeezed several more times, squirting two more streams. Each less forceful than the last hitting her dashboard, a...d then her steering wheel. Samantha’s soft body still trembled after her orgasm subsided. She continued to lay there bottomless covering her face in full satiation. She was almost afraid to look at the interior of her car. The windshield was now cleared and the dashboard ran down with a river of cloudy squirt juice. She was almost proud of. He asked me if my man had any idea where I was and I told him no, but if my man tried hard enough he could find out. He smiled and called me a good slut, kissing me again. He handed me a piece of paper which read the following: I am here on my own free will. I know my man has no idea I'm here. I want him to know, if he ever finds out, that it was my choice to be here. By signing this, I agree that I'm going to have sex and obey Paul in any way he instructs. I am allowed to have the following. I see them wiggle as they try to bury themselves in the carpet.Both of us are at a loss for words. Finally a faint "opps" comes from my mouth.Susan sits down and continues to stare at my feet. "Beautiful job, Short Stuff. You have something you want to tell me? You have a secret you want to share with your best friend?"I am trapped. There is no obvious explanation. As I look at my toes I realized how perfectly I had applied the three coats of polish. In approval, they give another involuntary. Small breasts with puffy aerolas that stand out an inch or more. Despite the cool night, her skin is beaded with perspiration, except along her open inner thighs, a glossy smear of vaginal secretions creates a bright shimmer. Honey-blonde hair encircles her head in an angelic halo. Her eyes are pale blue–the color of a tropical lagoon–and they flash with mischief and desire. She cups one breast in her hand and lifts it until she can flutter her tongue over across the nub of her nipple–all.