But I translate it into English here for your benefit. Although I knew the risk I was running, the thought of spending the next 7 hours with this sexy... woman by my side was enough to help me overlook any dangers and I asked her to hop in after just one question – I asked her if she was alone. Her name was Anita, and she was going back home, in fact she was running away from her husband who was abusive. I made the customary sounds to indicate that I felt sorry for her plight, but all I could. "Those men that I work with, they don't mean anything to me. Oh, they may touch me and feel me or pat my ass but that's all they do. I would never sleep with them. Every night I come home to you because you are so special and you have no right to accuse me of being unfaithful."I started squirming, "Oh please. Let me put it in you. I need to fuck you." I started to climb on top of her."No! No, stay on your back." She demanded.I replied, "No! I've got to fuck you," and then there was the. I swallowed hard and bit my lower lip, arched my back, and was visibly holding back the onset of orgasm. Rather than letting me finish, however, my Daddy merely pulled his hand away and shoved them into my mouth, and repeated this motion."Seems like you like the taste of your pussy, isn't that right, cunt?" Yes, Sir," I squeaked back at him, right before he twisted my body, one hand still holding my head down by the hair and roughly shoving his fingers into my ass. I drew a sharp intake of. ‘ I reminded myself. At least Donna was on my side.I began to unfasten my pants figuring if I jerked off for the girls, then maybe I could join them - or at least Donna - in more fun. My hands trembled at the thought.My jeans dropped to my bare feet. Then I took off my shirt while the girls watched the throbbing lump in my underpants. By the time I had lowered my white boxer-briefs, I could see that both of them were practically drooling.When I grabbed my cock, I noticed that I could see myself.