. (I again, apologize if it's a little too long & detailed)How old are you?Male or Female?Have you done anything sexual in a:Car?Pickup Truck?Limousin...e?Tractor Trailer Truck?Delivery Truck?Any type of emergency vehicle?Taxi Cab?Rental Car?Uber/Lyft?Other Vehicle Type?Have you ever done anything at a drive-in movie theater?Gone solely to have sex and not see a movie?Miss one or both movies completely?Spent the entire night naked in your vehicle until the movies were over?Had marathon sex with. He has a way of putting smiles on her face. Taken back a day, she sees herself bending over and spreading her ass for him. He enters hard and long bumping her over the chair she's bent over. He fucks deep. It's painful. She can always feel him. He lingers there after the act in the muscles and in the tissue he's touched. His touch fills her day with memories making her body react throughout the day. Letting go she fingers herself. Working harder on the worked cunt. It amazes her how he fucked. "Sandi, where did you get these?" he demanded. "Tear them up immediatelybefore the police catch me with them and throw me under the jail!"His wife stopped him before he could extract the documents. "Stop, theyare perfectly fine! Charlotte has friends at the Department of PublicSafety and at the Social Security office. They are both completelyofficial and filed with the agencies. From now on, Jeanette is not afictional person. In the eyes of the government, she is as real as me!" All I had to. I am still an amateur writer. All help is welcome. Hope you enjoy! )Ah, yes. 9:35am, at least, that's what the alarm clock reads. Typically time isn't a part of my worries, considering my life abides by a schedule most of the time, however that seems to be the problem. I missed my alarm for school. Again. Shit. Oh hi, my name is James. Pretty standard if you ask me, but my parents weren't one to come up with something unique and refreshing. Granted, I don't really mind at all. It's good to.