I was single then and told her so. She said that she was single too ! I asked her how she managed to be single with an attractive face like that and a...body like a godess ?She was a little taken aback at my blunt expression. I think that turned her on a little. She then asked me whether I think she is “hot” ? I replied in a second that I did. I noticed at this point she was trying to touch me, hit me, rub against my shoulders, keep her head on my shoulders when listening to music. I thought. "Done is done. We'll have to see how it works out, I answered back.I easily caught up with Arti, but neither of us said anything. So we marched the mile to a grove of stunted, desert trees that had a view of the building. It was a low adobe cabin, one window on the left side of the door, a tin roof that was extended to give a bit of shade to a front porch area. There was a beat up looking SUV-type vehicle on the right. No sign of a tomato delivery truck anywhere.We settled in, two clumps of. He was getting very excited now, so I started to slowly and lightly with my fingers wank his cock. It was rock hard and beautiful and I could resist it no longer. I bent over him, placed my lips around the head of his cock and started to gently lick his helmet while still slowly wanking his cock, up and down lightly with my fingers. Simon liked this a lot and had placed a hand on the back of my head.So I slowly pushed my head down until my mouth was filled with his wonderful cock and his helmet. I still buzzed from the wild threesome. I shifted in my chair and leaned back. My head gazed out the window as we drove. The sun had set. The streetlamps were on. My stomach was rumbling.“Why don’t we order some pizza,” Mom said. “I know you girls just had it the other night, but it’s too late to cook.”“Sure,” I said. I was a teenager; I never said no to pizza.We were about halfway home when her phone rang. She snagged it up and put it to her ear.“You shouldn’t talk and drive on the phone,” I.