“They were ‘The Flaming Retards’ until more people showed up to protest than to hear the shit they call music. Why?”“Molly just got groped b...y some long-haired asshole and went inside with him!” Suzy had said.“Really?” Steve had wondered. “What about ... oh, hell ... the other guy?”“That is what I was wondering,” Suzy had said.“I’ll ask one of the officers inside to make sure she’s OK,” Steve had offered. “You can’t very well wait there until the concert ends at midnight.”“Fine,” Suzy had. It took a while to catch on but soon learned about curb cruisers. At that point in time the only reason to be hitchhiking late at night was to meet someone, and the only reason to be driving around was the same.My first night looked like a bust. Walking up and down the pike, no one seemed interested. Was just about to call it an evening when a compact Buick went by, slowed and circled the block. The car came up behind me slow, cops were still a problem at that time and place, but this was. He hadn’t been with anyone. Even better, he was home now, in my mouth. I wanted him there or anywhere he wanted to take me. I put my hands on the waistline of his leather pants and pulled him into my throat making sure he knew just how much I wanted him. I slid my tongue out, massaging the underside of his beautiful cock as I bobbed up and down on it.“I’m about to come,” he said. I moaned, disappointment. He usually lasted longer, giving me time to enjoy him. “Sit up and tilt your head. I said, do you want to kiss me? That was it. It was frantic. I was, as usual, wearing a skirt. He literally tore the crotch off of my panties. Between the time he entered me and the time we climaxed together, only my bra, his fly, and my panties had been removed. It was fast and furious. It was intense. And though he lasted only moments, the build up, and the size of his manhood had produced the best sex I had ever had in my life.Soon, we were having sex three or four times a day. Whenever and.