She took the money, folded it in half and tucked it safely away next to her left breast. Then she grabbed Sam's hand and said "Come on, I'll drive."It...was all becoming a blur now. Sam found himself in the sports car flying down the highway, his knuckles white from gripping the seat as Satina zipped around the curves. Still he couldn't keep his eyes off her. The way she fondled the gearshift pumped his endorphins into over drive. Finally she broke the silence, "Can you get that little package up. It darted in to touch my clit. I felt teeth nibble at the swelling mound. Two and then three fingers worked their way inside me probing and pushing. She found just that spot she was looking for and began to pump furiously pushing on the raisiny spot with every thrust. I couldn’t stop the moans from escaping my lips. I begged to cum and I begged her to continue. She pulled her fingers out and replaced them with her lips just as I began to squirt. I flowed over her face and she leaned forward for. .." the teenage policewoman had added. She glanced at me and smiled mischievously. "... After all, we can't have you getting into any more 'TROUBLE' tonight, Angela?"She'd pulled her car into the driveway of my nondescript 'Housing Commission' house. It had been six months since my parole from 'Fairlie' Women's Prison, and I'd returned to Warrnambool in a vain attempt to stay out of trouble. Pausing, I shifted in my seat uneasily. The young policewoman hesitated for a moment. She turned the. The less his numerous friends and acquaintances knew about his extra-curricular activities, the better. Since he was a witty and convivial man, much in demand for his good company, his peers put this down a prudish streak in his makeup. It was an illusion Mex was not inclined to dispel. He took his cigarettes and lighter from the breast pocket of his shirt and placed them on the bedside table beside the ashtray. Bending down, he untied his moccasins, and slipped them off. He rolled down his.