The ride was actually kind of fun and it would be a great parting memory from my vacation. I don’t think the woman next to me felt the same as she y...elped and clutched at her hat and the dashboard with every bump. Soon I noticed that someone had tied long blades of grass across the trail. They were suspended between the trees at eyelevel with nothing beneath. If you were climbing the trail, you would have to duck beneath them. As our jeep went forward the windshield broke through the long green. The hush in the restaurant becomes deafening.But of course nobody cares. They’re all wrapped up in their own lives to look at a pretty woman, opening a box.The box is leather, dark blue. A clasp closes it with a single brass button. It makes a distinct pop as she presses it open with her thumb.The content is obscured by a small piece of paper, which she moves out of the way, to discover a bullet-shaped plug. Chrome. About 4cm wide at the widest part, and shaped like a teardrop, extending to a. Then there was Toby Sheldon. He was her best friend Tracey's current boyfriend. Tracey and Toby were both sixteen and had been dating steadily for almost six months now. He was good-looking, tall and slim, and from what Tracey had boasted one night when she was a little tipsy, he was a real stud! No, she couldn't fuck her best friend's boyfriend. It wouldn't be right! In her dream, her father loomed above her, kneeling between her widely spread thighs, holding his impossibly huge cock in both. It hurts but makes my nipples stand at alert for more attention. My need for him growing stronger, I can feel the wetness drip down my lips, making way to my creamy thighs. I almost beg him now to stop the tease, but I dare not. I know that he’ll do as he see fit. I feel him kneel behind me, I don’t look back. I wait, with great anticipation. His hand suddenly thrusts between my legs, searching out my wetness, towards my clit. His fingertips brush across my clit lightly; I feel his hand caress.