We were soon on our way home,making polite conversation on the 23 mile journey to my home,trying to ignore the bulge growing bigger in my jeans,then a...n idea got the better of me,i then turned to lucy and said,oh no,we are going to have to pull over,the car is overheating again,been doin this alot lately,thats ok said lucy,as long as we get home eventualy,so i found a side road pull in,which was shielded by trees from the main road,pulled up and stopped,switched off the engine,and rested back in. "Oh it was SO bad!" Brittany exclaimed with a teenager's manner of over emphasizing complete disgust. "We had to cut away what the seagulls had eaten!" The two girls giggled. I assumed the sisters were at least not starving.Brittany commented on Jennifer's neck collar. Jennifer lifted her chin and turned her head back and forth to give her a full display. She had come to accept it and the collar looked natural on her as the sole adornment to her nakedness."Jennifer," I said, "show Brittany your. For some moments we lay there, before Aashis initiated the first slow moves. At a leisurely pace he started to move his hips, his manhood travelling in and out of my mad and moist interior. I could not help respond to this dance of lust. My hips, as if wit a life of own smashed against his, at regular intervals. He showered me with kisses on my lips, kneaded, nibbled and sucked my boobs even as the pace quickened. As our passion soared to greater heights, so did the rhythm. Excitement coursed. ‘Hold calls for ten minutes folk. I’m calling in someone working in our station to come in and talk to me. Babe – yes you in the white suit.’ The executives outside listening to the broadcast looked at their PR manager and she was told to heed the call. ‘Everyone, here we have a hot woman I’ll talk to, and by hot I mean sexy. Put that headset on darling, sit and relax and answer the question. What’s your name honey?’ ‘F-Faye W-Wilson.’ ‘Nervous are we darling? I thought wenches in PR were.