"Megan... Let's go have a little fun in a dressing room." Damn her, she's good.She knows exactly how to appeal to my wild side because I'm basically a... more slutty, younger version of her. I pressed myself back against her, feeling the electricity course through my body at the thought, and nodded breathlessly.We sprinted into the nearest changing room, and each grabbed an armful of jeans to try on. After a hurried look around the store, we headed towards the changing rooms and went to an empty. Unless somebody was stubborn, Finland is the home of the original redneck and they tend to no turn signals, 40 in the fast lane and 80 in the slow.At the turnoff, we pulled over ... to people in the opposite lane it must have looked like the worlds biggest drug bust.The motorcycle cops looked like they always do ... bored sitting still. The captain and Officer Makela stepped up to the window."You got the directions?" the Captain asked while Makela looked official.Wendy waved the sheet. She. You drive a Mustang, right?”“Yes, a Black 1976 Cobra II with a V8 and a four-speed manual.”“Mine’s a four-speed manual as well. Wanna trade cars for the drive?”“Why not?”We finished our ice cream then walked back to campus so Grace could get my car, and then I walked back to Verner’s to get into hers which she had parked in the street in front of the shop. I started the engine and was treated to a full-throated roar from the V8. I laughed at the thought of what Jocelyn would do with this car if. You do this for a long time - what seems like hours, just licking, sucking, biting my lips down there, and occasionally letting a thumb slip inside, to pull me wider apart for your hungry mouth. I am in a state of bliss and have no idea what day it is anymore, only knowing that I love this feeling and hope it never ends. You stop and lean back to look at your handiwork, the saliva running down my inner thighs from the way you piggishly ate me open, then you begin to kiss my round cheeks and to.