I was now riding my dads shaft at quicker pace and I could feel his hands as they slid over the hips or up to cup my big tits, He was masterful at tw...eaking and tugging my nipples just hard enough to have pleasure coursing through my veins. I could see his face scrunching up and I knew he had to be close. I braced my hands against the roof of the cab and brought my feet closer to our bodies and began pounding myself down onto him. He was grunting and groaning and I knew my own moans were. That’s all I’m saying. And if he’s already playing with it, I’m betting you’re gonna be shocked at what happens.” “What if he doesn’t have a thing for me like Sammy does for you, huh?” Sondra smiled with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Do you want him to?” “What?” “Do you want him to have a thing for you?” Maureen stared blankly at her friend…somehow afraid to really answer her question…at least fully. “When you’ve got it in your hand…playing with it, Maureen …what is it you want to happen? . .I almost immediately got contacted by a young Latino guy. He was younger and twinkier than I go for, but he was really eager and Latino guys always have nice cocks, so I invited him over. Even though I had been completely honest about my age, I was still nervous that I was too old for him. He showed up, and was as young and twinkie as he had presented himself. He was very quiet and a little strange (I suspect he may have been on something.) He had his pants around his ankles quickly enough. As the woman took the seat across from him, she made a strange gesture with her hand. Suddenly, two glasses appeared on the table between Jacob and the woman, then one of the bottles of alcohol began floating through the air. It poured some of its amber colored liquid into each glass before returning to its place on the counter. "How did you do that", Jacob asked, his mind racing as he tried to logically figure out what he just saw. "That", the woman asked, smirking a little. "Why, that was.