“Can I come?” she asked Bob, waiting behind her.“Yes.”She pressed down hard on the saddle narrow as a dildo and rubbed her clit. The light cha...ged, traffic began to move, but Sally’s eyes were closed, and she was now almost in her sexual ecstasy. She bit her lips and pressed down hard and came. And as she was coming, the light turned red again. New cars pulled up to the light beside her, and they saw her nakedness. Bob watched them looking at Sally, and he got hard. It turned him on to show. "Mm-hm." Sabrina stares at me with the sort of cold bored face that I've made the mistake of believing before. A lowly face masked by skillful make-up. Eyes too small with a crooked mouth and a wide flat nose. It's a face so tortured by its unevenness it favors the look of a scowl. The perfect expression to keep her subordinates in place. All but me who loves that face for its pitifulness. I stare at her sad features but my gaze is drawn to her lean tan shape, a sort of sleight-of-hand. One pickup was just backing out, and the driver looked longingly at me as he departed. ( Check out my older story, “Car to Booth” for a hot car experience in this same store’s parking lot.)The store had a pleasant clerk on duty and one kind of kinky looking CD wandering around. I went into the arcade where there are two pairs of glory hole booths and started looking for a folding chair as I much prefer to sit than stand in a booth, especially if I am going to take a cock in my mouth through a. Things got worse for me when Reverend Jim came to town. Mom practically fell in love with the guy from the beginning, and thought he could do no wrong. I know you remember hearing me complain about all the damn sermons she would drag me to. The only thing that made them somewhat bearable was that Teresa was usually there.Teresa Smithy was everything I ever thought I wanted in a girlfriend. In my eyes she was perfection from head to toe. The only problem was she was as hung up on Reverend Jim as.