100kmh. On a well-lit freeway. Middle lane. His eyes still fixed on the road ahead. He’d never been a gentle kind of guy, but tonight, something was... bothering him. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged my face over to his lap. I squirmed in my seat. The corset and tight skirt made it barely possible to move. As he dragged me over, my breasts fell out of my top exposing my nipples. It would take both hands to tuck them in, and I needed my hands for balance. He pressed my face into his crotch.. It didn't. Actually,although no one knew, I was just about ready to either shit in my pantsor take off running. I couldn't be too sure my being a girl and allwould protect me if this guy turned out to be a complete psychopath. Igave a quick glance at Michelle, who was looking like she couldn'tbelieve someone had called me "Toyota."The frat guys were following us now."You were making some kind of funny crack," the frat guy said, his lowerlip out. "You think you're pretty fuckin' funny with. She lowered herself slowly onto his hardened shaft and began a slow up and down slide on him. He felt her pussy cover first the tip of his cock. Then the head went in, then inch by agonizing inch she let him enter her. It was tantalizing torture but he loved it. She would grip his cock with the muscles in the walls of her cunt and squeeze him as if her hands were there. This bitch could really fuck, he thought to himself. Finally she was seated on his hips, his cock buried to the hilt in her. . "Well, I have a sweat shirt, I leave here just for this kind of thing," Helen said.So we all moved to the patio. Helen's sweatshirt did a couple of things. It hid her small extended tummy, and the allowed her breast to appear soft and larger than they probably were. She did have a nice little butt to go along with the rest of her soft body.Hugo was lean for the most part, but like all game wardens he showed his enjoyment of good food as well. He had the thick waist line that seemed to go with.