"Pussy..." "OW!" " ... is a town in France a little past Geneva." I said. "We're going to pick up the car advertised in the Match. I bought it." How d... we get there?" Drive, that's why we need the lorry," I said."The lorry is in Arras." So, we go there first."Hazebrouck to Arras by canal; check out of the hotel; pick up the lorry, fuel it up and grab a bite to eat, then Arras to the A26 ... get ticket for the toll... , A26 around Saint-Quentin, Saint-Quentin to Reims, around Reims picking up. ."And there and then, he pulled the waistband of his Calvins away from hisstomach slightly. Just enough for the head of his one-eyed monster to peekout. He clearly didn't intend to waste any time because as soon as he gaveus a peek of it, we could see that his concealed weapon was already prettyhard. I couldn't help but notice what a big, thick, veiny cock he had. Andit looked so amazingly lickable peeking out under his waistband. Kenzielooked at all of us gawping at his monster and laughed. “Models don’t stay over at the photographer’s house in this business unless someone wanted more than pictures. It’s not hard to see what he wanted since he knew we all were lesbians. No doubt he was hoping sparks would fly and you would sleep with one of us. Too bad it wasn’t me. I would have loved to eat you up but you didn’t shown any signs of being into it.” I look at her dumbfounded and shocked that my husband set me up like this. “I guess the third time’s the charm,” I said not meaning to. I wanted him to cum in my pussy. I asked him if he was clean, and I believed him when he said he was. I know how nasty that sounds, but I was horny as hell and wanted to fuck him. I can tell you more, if you want, when we get home. Is your dick hard now? I'll bet it is." John almost drove off the road as he said, "Holy shit. I do believe you, but I can't believe you sucked his cock when you won't ever suck my cock. That's really dirty. You can tell me all about it when we get home, you.