"Hello, stranger-not-for-long," Mirabelle boldly introduced herself in a husky contralto."Mirabelle," Sally announced in a voice of pseudo-pained resi...gnation, "has yet to see the charm and allure of a place like Radiator Springs." Hey, sis," came the instant retort. "The Fast Lane was built precisely for cars like us." I've heard that before," Sally replied, her voice in neutral. "I've even said that before."I was catching on quickly here.Speaking to Sally directly, even as Mirabelle was. I could imagine her playing with herself as she watched Paul eating my pussy, wishing it was hers I am sure! As horny as I was it was no surprise that even with his rather amateur oral abilities he was bringing me to a climax. I wrapped my legs around his head, crossing my feet on top of his back with his head clamped between my thighs. I groaned as I felt myself cumming, that familiar yet never repetitious feeling of the most purest of pleasures. I arched my back further to drive myself deeper. He looked no different than hundreds of other middle-aged japanese men who smiled and took pictures of the Arizona Memorial every day. Poppers were a key part of our sexual encounters from the very beginning. I myself was never without a bottle, but before I could pull mine from the pocket of my shorts, my Japanese daddy would always pull a full bottle from his own pocket and thrust it under my nose. I took an enormous hit of the strong, potent vapors, clutching my fat prize in the other hand.. " That sounds fair." Thank you, sir. Would you be interested in helping to plan this fair with us?" Well, I don't know," he said uncertainly."This is a community effort that may boost employment in the city, broaden our tax base and increase the number of residents and students. This is good for the city and the school board. Other teachers are helping with bookkeeping, design and construction and maybe I can get our cafeteria to do something inspiring with the food but that may not be humanly.