I drive an old Austin FX4 – a 'black cab' – it's slow, and heavy, but there's loads of room in it. The doors are big enough to get a wheelchair th...rough. We drew up near her flat, which was on the ground floor of one of the large, sprawling seventies blocks of Council properties. I walked round and tapped on the door; she was waiting inside and wheeled herself out straight away."Where's your car?" Out front," I said.When I walked up to the old cab, she protested."I wasn't expecting you to get a. Beside him, the girl pulled aside her panties, letting him see the red hair of her pussy. She was already wet, and Greg watched her as she dreamingly slid a finger up and down her moist slit. She gave tiny. excited gasps, as she masturbated - right there beside him, as he tried to focus on steering the car... "We're almost there," she whispered.Greg woke up as from a trance. He had completely forgotten where they were heading.They drove into the forest, and tall, summer green trees closed. . kind of... but not really in an erotic way." Your erection would suggest otherwise, Dane."His expression turned to surprise and, pulling my briefs away from his face, he peered down at the front of his own underwear. His cock had grown large enough to make a pronounced bulge against the crotch, poking upwards like a thick, stubby rod and lifting the material a good few inches towards his stomach. It probably wasn't hard enough to be properly called an erection, but it had grown large enough. Although it was a warm day I could still feel the warmth and moistness of her mouth as her lips closed around my shaft. Her hands gripped my waist as she slid her mouth further down my cock, inch by inch disappearing into her wet mouth. Carol began to rock her head in and out, this felt so amazing as I was watching my shaft disappear and then reappear only a moment later. I told carol not to stop but I was getting worried in case I blew my load there and then, imagining my hot sticky white cum.