“yeah, th-th-that" she said stumbling. She had never stumbled over words before and I was shocked to see how much this bothered her. her shirt was s...till on but i could picture massaging her B cup breasts in my hands like on saturday night. I tried to fix the problem the only way I knew how. I pulled her face to mine and kissed her. She tried to pull away but I held her face in place with one hand behind her head and one on her shoulder. After two seconds she gave up being responsible and kissed. I had a perfect view of the shop across the street. A few minutes later the man who looked like me came out of the store. He had a rag and a can of polish; he wiped down the motorcycle, shined up the chrome, and removed specs of dirt here and there on the machine. He rolled the motorcycle over and parked it with some others that were for sale. Could it be that he worked there?When the waitress passed by, I flagged her down, smiled, and asked her about the shop across the street: how long had it. “Mom squirted, it’s like his cum, only tastier. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you, little one.”I went back to the source and began to lick all around the outside of her opening, causing another squirt. I licked it up, then took it to Lisa’s mouth and we kissed after I dropped it in her mouth and she went ‘Yummy.’“Lisa Louise Blevins, may I please have the honor of fucking you so hard, you might have my baby boy or girl -- Say the word and I will do this, please?”EPILOGUEWithin twelve months each of. But he moves faster...her breasts swaying from the force. My own fingers slosh inside of me as I feel the orgasm slowly taking hold.I can't hear what she says, but Ella finally has the strength to push him away before he chums, his cock shining in the summer sun. He steps back, panting for breath and I pull my hands away...depriving myself of the orgasm that was ready to erupt. I struggle to catch my breath watching as they pick up their clothes. I am worried that maybe Ella changed her mind.