.."I interrupt her and tell her "Listen, I'm sorry that you don't have a place to stay, but I'm not going to give you any money, honey. I just don't d...o that...period."She answers back with "Well, I'm sorry, I thought maybe you might be nice and help me out."I almost answered back "You know what? Fuck you, I'm nice, I just don't give money to random chicks who walk up to me and beg me for money."But, then I thought better of that answer, and said "Tell ya what, I don't have any money to give. I couldn't wait any longer. I picked up my phone out of habit and texted you. “Honey, I hope you don’t mind but I am going to touch myself to the thought of you.” My pussy began pulsing for attention remembering your grunts and groans. I slowly unbuttoned my pants trying to make it as realistic as possible. My ginger hip movements to slide off my pants, reminded me of the look you had when I did the same thing for you. I exposed my white and pink thong hoping that soon I could unveil them. Reaching over from the wheel, I touched and began holding her hand. She smiled and held my hand back, shifting in her seat to face me more while we chatted back and forth about any number of nonsense subjects. The glow of the dashboard lighting showed her smiling face, as well as showing a look of anticipation for her lust was about to be fulfilled.The whole trip to that roadside motel took an entire hour and forty-five minutes. The roads were dry, even for January night in Western Michigan. Do. King, I’d like to introduce you to Penny Collins-Lynch. Penny, this is my good friend, Mary King.’ ‘Hello, Penny, dear, it’s so very nice to meet you.’ She extended her hand to mine and I couldn’t help myself. ‘My goodness, Mrs. King, you have such beautiful rings!’ ‘Goodness had nothing to do with it, darling.’ ‘Ms. King, you should be ashamed of yourself for stealing that old Mae West line!’ She laughed and said, ‘I know, Michael, but I just couldn’t resist. Penny walked right into that one.’.
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