Even under the cloth bag. The taxi's blinker, cricketsout in the grass, the fat perverts zipper coming down. The door opening,A gun cocking."What are ...ou doing you fat motherfucker?" the other voice said. It wasthe taxi driver."Shut up and drive!" the pervert slurred. "I'm gonna fuck this bitch!" You fat, fucking moron!" The driver spat. "Do you have any idea whatyour fucking doing? You're not supposed to rape the goods. That pussy istaken already. I am not going to face the boss because of. It wasn't long before she found herself moving involuntarily to the beat and she found herself drawn into the mist zone to cool off in the mist while she shook her ass. The vibe was strong and Stacey was feeling it, so when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her from behind and a strong body press up against her backside, she smiled and pushed herself back into the stranger and moved her hips a little bit more to the rhythm of the music.She could feel his bare skin against her back and could. .I'd love to get away from this place for a bit." She smiled widely, and said, "Let's go...I'll drive."She looked like a classy runway model dressed in a white sailor suit dress with big gold buttons down the front, navy blue hosiery with white high heel pumps, and her hair was pinned back behind her ears. The dress fit her curvy body very nicely, and accentuated her bust line. Again, her makeup was perfect, and her bright red lipstick was a sexy contrast to her outfit. "See you in an hour," I. It didn't hurt nearly as much as I heard some of the other girls describe. It helps to have hips you can drive a truck through. I saw each one of the babies for the first and last time as they emerged from my womb. When I woke up the next day, I couldn't help but feel a little sad as I gazed over my much flatter tummy, knowing how much I would miss being so beautifully swollen.Having my pussy stretched out enough to shove a melon through was enough to kill my sex drive for a little while, but a.