Glancing at the locket again, Mike wondered what kind of elaborate set up this was, and who needed to be congratulated for going to such great lengths... to freak him completely out. Maybe he just imagined everything? No, that couldn’t be. The locket in his hand was clearly real.Be-be-beep! Be-be-beep!Mike’s phone suddenly went off, reminding him he’d better get on the road home to beat the Friday rush hour. He packed the locket and box in the outer pocket of his trumpet case and started for. "I've got her panties on daddy" she whispered, "They're right up in my cunt, all wet and juicy from her cunt and her pee daddy"I swung off the road sharply, almost throwing her out of her seat and bumped down a narrow dirt track into some trees. She was on me even as I pulled the handbrake on, straddling me, her back pressed against the steering wheel, her hands scrabbling at my zip."Yes daddy oh yes fuck me, fuck me" she came as I entered her, ramming myself savagely up into her hot little. And then as I was completely out of breath and I felt as hot as a stove. I opened my eyes. He was staring at me. He moved his hand slightly away, it was now on my inner thigh. He looked at me intently:-I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold…- And then I pressed him in the most passionate kiss I could manage. Our tongues were twirling and rubbing against each other, saliva passing through and coming back. He tasted deliciously. And as we were kissing he continued to play with me. I was in heaven, my body. One mouth: soft, full lips, mauve lipstick-smeared, enclosed the head of his cock. Another mouth: crowned by a thick moustache, nipping sharp, delightful bites on his rigid shaft, nibbling at the loose skin of his scrotum; both mouths sending sensations through him never experienced in his otherwise fairly eventful sex life. From his perspective, a direct line of sight over his chest to his pelvis, he watched the man’s tongue flicking in and out, coming up to lick at the woman’s lips and.