You reach down to push the seat back and pull me onto your lap... with your one hand behind my head you pull me in to a kiss, while your other hand is... up under my skirt, finding your way to my dripping pussy... You slide one finger into me... moving out then in with two fingers, moving them around and out then in with three fingers , stretching me, making me ready for you..... you pull your fingers out and bring them to where our lips are together.... I love tasting me on your lips.... you. Women. He was the envy of most who wanted to model themselves after this sexually caviler man. His lust for life mirrored how he lusted in the bedroom. Quentin tried to stay with one woman. They all wanted the same thing ultimately. He never thought he could ever provide any emotional support, only sex. Just by a smile and uttering the words "hello", he could make women swoon and drop their panties in an instant. He was there in that mid Western town on business, finalizing some property that. "Come on, jerk," she goaded, "after all that fun you can fill my pendant."She started pulling and squeezing at his cock, anxious to milk him for the sperm that would fill her initiation pendant. Obviously inexperienced at masturbating males, her grip was overly tight, pulling like she was jerking on the teats of a cow, painfully crushing him until he was desperate to come but barley able to get close because of the experiences he had had in the Fetter Lane house. The longer it took, the more. We could faintly hear them as he started to kiss her and we could hear Roger mumble things when their kisses broke. We saw Roger as he laid the seat back, and I started to grow hard again as I watched Stephanie’s head disappear into his lap. Stephanie was not used to such a large cock and we could hear her choke and gag a few times as Roger pushed her head down forcing her to take more of its length. Not much later, we heard Roger moaning louder and we could faintly see him tense as he came and.