" Nice." Helen approved. Steve's corvette was a well-maintained little hot rod and frequently appeared in local car shows along side Helen's car."'Vet...e as in Corvette?" Zee's voice purred over Helen's shoulder. Involuntarily she shivered. When his hand surreptitiously caressed the back of her thigh and ass, she felt her already sopping pussy drip."Yeah," Steve did not seem to notice Helen melting in front of him, "It's a 1970 so she's not the bomb like Helen's but..." You drive a Vette as. Foolishly though I’d forgot our game still continued and neither of us wanted to cede control completely to the other. Becky deftly turned her hips, rotating my body and ending up straddling me once more. Hungrily her lips met mine and she groaned as she tasted her own juices on my lips. And then with a flick of her hips, she aligned herself with my cock and impaled herself on me. I couldn’t think of anything other than her pussy, its wetness and heat making me want to scream out loud. She was. By the time I got off work, I'd calmed down and accepted all the 'weirdity' of it.I went home, showered, had a bite and went into my room and watched tv. Or at least had the tv on.I kept thinking of my 'Rick fantasy' and the possibility I was actually going to have it play out. One thought led to another, of course, and soon I was jilling off, just thinking of the hunk on top of me, humping away. I wasntwasn't thinking 'love-making' at all just straight hard, sweaty, grunting pussy stuffing. “You canlead a horse to water,” she laughed. The golden stream just went on and on. She watched speculativelyand then aimed closer to her crotch. The spray was now wetting theouter part of her bush. “What are you doing, Alex? Do you want me to piss on you?” “I dunno, I’ve never tried it. Might be fun as an experiment,though.” Alex would try almost anything at least once, and, thesedays, the more unusual the better. She hadn’t bitten off some.