Being shy it took him a while to even divulge their names to me, and I wont tell everyone, just call them M (him) and A (her), Imagine my surprise wh...en we realised we only lived three miles apart.During one chat with M he told about one night in a club both he and A were a bit worse for wear and horny, and how they fucked in an alleyway that I happened to know wear it was, he told be that on purpose he had exposed A's tits hoping to get seen by a younger guy, but it didn't happen.it was one. Without much deliberation, he entered her again, both of them groaning in pleasure as he did so.Brad didn’t bother going as slow initially this time. Her body was used to accepting his cock at this point, a true sign of her submission to him, and his conquest of her. Soon he began to thrust in her with real, penetrating thrusts. He smacked her large, round butt periodically as he did so.Grace felt amazing, this wasn’t like the last time, as any semblance of pain was replaced with pure pleasure.. Cost shouldn't matter, though it does.We talked for a while. She lived in San Jose and attended high school there. No surprise. She was in Vegas with her parents and their neighbors. She wanted to stay home, but couldn't convince her parents to let her stay there alone. I lived in San Francisco, so we had lots to talk about. Her parents were rabid 49er fans and she had picked up the bug. Too bad they sucked now. I had been in the city for their run through the 1980's. Those were the days. As. She stopped. Refreshed herself from the bar, grabbed her shawl. Was gone.Out into dying heat and falling light. Across cobbles and into the back of a tram. Black bodice; purple voile; dark legs, the shawl wrapped around her head as if in confession. A sense of urgency. The end of the tram line met with a cable car, caught high on steel wire, swinging in growing breezes. Open, exposed, a frail bar to hold her, she got in, artfully matching its constant movement. She faced mountainside knowing he.