We talked a little about school. Rhonda was a math major and planned to study civil engineering. I had a mental image of all work at a construction si...te coming to a standstill as she strolled around in her hardhat while the laborers ogled her and drooled on their dirty T-shirts. She wanted to know what kind of living I hoped to make with a degree in English. I said if failed as a writer, I could always pick up a few education credits and teach high school. I didn't aspire to fabulous wealth but. . Shut it, you fucking whore! I bellowed. I do what the fuck I want with you, and that includes ass fucking, and everything else it is possible to do to a girl. With that I began forcing my cock into her incredibly tight ass. She cried out, only until John had jumped up and clamped a hand to her mouth. However the muffled screaming continued, as more and more of my pulsing member disappeared inside her tight hole. When I had her completely full, I started to slowly remove my cock from her. Amy. One of her more appealing interests was male strip joints. I never went to a strip joint before I met her. I heard rumors about them, of course, but I never seriously considered going to one. I don't think male strip joints existed where I grew up.The light turns green and we move forward. The traffic, if anything, turns more congested as we try to make our way to the freeway. Stephanie switches lanes one way and then back the other in an attempt to make progress, but I don't think we travel. As soon as one event popped into my head, it was followed by another and then another. Soon my body tensed up, my breathing became heavy, and I could hear my heartbeat in my head. I tried to distract myself by watching some dumb TV show to no avail.Minutes became hours, for I could not calm down enough to fall asleep. I started to surf the web, look at old emails, anything to get my mind off Kim, at least for a night's rest.Just as I came to terms that this would be a sleepless night, someone.