What kind of girl allowed a man to spit on her twat? But I had no choice. A moment later he was pressing his large member inside me and, without even ...hinking, I pressed back the way I knew he liked. Despite the painful entry I responded the way I knew he wanted.As usual it hurt at first. He hadn't bothered to let me get wet naturally, and only his saliva softened his rough entry. I cringed in pain as he pushed into me but soon my body began to react and my pussy moistened. I'd been wanting to. Carol was unaware of our destination until we entered Greenwich and she saw the sign at the exit ramp. Then she started to shake more than I had ever seen anybody shake before. I had purposely not told her where we were going because I knew that she would never even get into the car. I pulled over to the curb as soon as we were off the highway. I reached for her and she recoiled away from me. I slid over on the seat to grabbed her as she started to fight me. I held on until she began to calm. Shining the torch to his right he locates the pipe he was looking for. Around two feet in diameter, this pipe was the one used for raw sewage. Every hour without fail the pipe, flooded full to bursting with hundreds of gallons of pure shit, was blasted through with compressed air to loosen any blockages, and it was due any minute. With his hand on the pipe, he could feel the rumble building up. Like a steam train shooting through a tunnel, his whole body felt the vibrations from the pressure as. Still Sam could see enough of Mindy’s body for his liking. With curves like hers even the baggiest of sweats couldn’t conceal everything.Even before he discovered the box of magic condoms Sam had played the occasional game of window seat jack off using the woman of the complex as fantasy fodder. And Mindy had always been his favorite catch.All ready naked and hard Sam tore open one of the condom packages. Pinching the tip the twenty-three year old expertly rolled the enchanted latex over his.