My eyes fell down to that flooded canyon that had brought so much pleasure, where I found my cock covered in a sheen of what I could have only assumed... was a cocktail of her womanly juices and the blood of her cherry being broken. That was it right there. Just like it had done with my mom when she had been teasing me with her breath, seeing my cock soaked in my sister's virginal blood was some sort of trigger. My brain simply flipped a switch and turned off every caring part about me. Not that I. Susana took a deep breath, slid her seat back, then clambered over to the seat he had just vacated. "Get in the other side," she said when he returned. As he settled behind the wheel she turned towards him and placed a hand on his thigh. "I want you," she said. "Here. Now."She leaned closer, pulled his head towards her, kissed him on the forehead and then, clumsily, on the lips. "Please," she said. "I need it now." She kissed him again, slipped her hand from the top of his thigh to brush her. Was I within or without? Four. Now it must be. He bent toward us. His lips traced paths of fire and ice over our neck. We gasped with pleasure (or disgust). Five. Our arms were paralyzed. Panic washed over us. There was no escape. We tried to run, but couldn’t. Our limbs wouldn’t obey. There was only him. Six. Just look into my eyes and tell me that you want me. We fell into his eyes. Seven. Against our will, our mouth opened. Slowly, laboriously, we inhaled . . . Eight . . . swallowed once.. M. and three p.m. that would work as well. The last time, last summer, Gwen had to mow the lawn nude; seven men had grins as wide as a jack o lantern the next day. Apparently, the girls in the cul de sac decided to reward their men that same afternoon Gwen was to be punished. The odd delivery, mailman, or the lesbian couple on our left, might see her, but I could almost guarantee the men would be otherwise occupied."Oh, and Gwen, while you are at it, the Nitro could use a wash and vacuum as.