We walked along 36th Street passing the stately, early twentieth century homes. “Are we getting far from your car?” she asked.“Actually I don’...t have one,” I answered. “I walked over from Adams Morgan where I live.”“A car can be a nuisance in the District,” she said. “You can always take a bus. Metro will be open in a few years.”“I work the graveyard shift at the Airport Motel in Arlington. Usually I can ride my bicycle. Sometimes I walk.”“Isn’t it dangerous to walk that late?”“Compared with. "I, I, I would like that but I can not drive stick." I stuttered. "Well I can drive and maybe sometime I can teach you how to drive stick." She smiled. I jumped in into the passenger seat and off we went. I could not believe Janet talked to me. Watching her change the gears and push the clutch again got me all hard and turned on. We were back at her house in no time. Janet invited me in and I thought I was hiding my boner pretty well but would soon learn I did not. Janet made me a drink and. "I raised my camera and zoomed in closely on his face, their was not an ounce of humor in his expression. I snapped a few pictures."Take their women, take them, without permission if you must. Lift the skirt of their wives, unhook their daughter's bra, reach in and squeeze her pale flesh, squeeze what you want, grab whatever you want, then establish your new homes deep inside their bellies."The men were beginning to get really excited. By their smiles and perverted hand gestures, clearly they. She grabbed her handbag and quietly entered the same toilet Emma had grabbed her twenty eight inch pink strap-on and put it on and striped all her clothes off and shoved all twenty eight inches of cock into Emma's ass before she turned around to sit down."OMG, WTF, Selena? What, ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, what are you doing? Ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, fuck Selena, pound my tight ass", said Emma. Twenty minutes later both women came at the same time, Emma.