” He added. She stares at him guarded and wary, but she responds with, “You, scared to talk to me? I mean you’re…you’re hot and I’m just m...e. You hang out with the popular kids, I hang out with the outcastes and weirdoes. Why were you scared? I’m just an average girl, nothing special.” “But see that’s the thing, there is just something about you. I cant put my finger on it, but there is just something about you that makes me nervous to talk to you and you’re not just you, you’re beautiful and. Then she put on a disposable glove and slowly inserted her middle finger, the feeling of my asshole being penetrated like this was odd, but I was getting turned on. Slowly she moved her finger in and out, in and out. Many times she would rotate her finger around. I started breathing heavily and could feel myself getting very wet. She told me that she felt I was ready for something bigger, her 6 1/2 inch strap-on, I took a deep breath and told her to go ahead. She put some lube on the strap-on. Now I ran my tongue up the outside of her cunt, around and down the back side. Marty struggled as though to bring my mouth back over her pussy. Now, I flattened my tongue and ran it up and over her cunt lips, coming to rest where her thickened clit protruded from its hood. Again I knew from the way her hands attempted to pull my face into her groin that she liked what I was doing. Little gasping, bubbling sounds came from her. I slid my hands up to her tits, her hardened nipples, and put them. But this was her first time jammed into a car’s backseat. The confined space gave her an extra challenge, yet her experience told her what to do. Once, at a TWA-arranged elite fund raising event, she had been the center of attention on the dance floor, her unfettered boobs bounding to the disco beat beneath her shimmery nightclub dress. Her pledge contributor sponsor, goaded by her suggestive cavorting, had hastily stripped her topless on the dance floor, lay her out and satisfied himself in.