.I am wearing a short black dress cut a little low but not slut low…..and cut high enough to where you can see my legs in the black hose that you pi...ked out for me before we left the house. You have your hand on my thigh and move my dress up a little higher so you can see that I did not wear panties because I know this turns you on. You glance up and smile at me…..telling me that you were pleased……You tell me that we are going to make a stop before home and I do not question where we are going.. Shoving my cock deep. I reach down pulling her hair. Her back meets my chest as I plow away at her ass holding her tits. I pulled my hand out and press her against the mirror as I hold her cheeks apart pounding her asshole. Out the corner of my eye I noticed in the corner of the mirror it had a mark. I knew right then someone was watching me plow their mother in the asshole. I made sure to put on a good show. As I squirted my thick cum all over her face. She left the shower satisfied. The. In between kisses, Jessica asked, ‘But…how are you…going to get my…shirt off?’ I slid two of my fingers into her pussy. With my other hand, I raised a pair of scissors. Sliding them slowly over her body, I replied, ‘Like this.’ I began to cut from the bottom of her shirt, making a jagged line of fabric across her torso. I stopped before the last couple of inches and tossed the scissors onto the ground. Reaching forward, I tore the remains of her shirt off her helpless body, revealing her. “Now, I get the joke.”Paige stiffened fractionally. “Sorry?”Shelby looked at Max. “Simon tried to convince me you’d slept with Taylor Swift. I see the resemblance ... in the face.” Paige relaxed. Max tensed. He smelled a put-down coming.If it was coming, it was interrupted by another young woman coming to the table holding a tray with coffee and food. She sat next to Shelby, pushed her hair back out of her face. “Hey, Max.”“Tiffany. You stayed the night?” Max asked.“Kind of. I got about two.