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"Oh. My. God." Antoine's dick was peeking out from the top of his boxers, and under Alison's hungry gaze, it continued to grow until he was at full mast. "Now that's what I'm talking about," Alison grinned. She had a distinct southern drawl, and everytime she smiled her mouth opened a little. Antoine felt his pulse quicken as Alison started quickly removing her clothes. Her shirt was the first to go. Underneath it she wore nothing. Her breasts were small with brown areolas, the dark nipples standing out in the harsh fluorescent light. Next, Alison dropped her shorts and soon, she stood naked in front of him. Antoine was amateur mesmerized.
“Ah,” Boris said awkwardly. If you ever want to amateur see her getting fucked again, bring her to me, I can make sure she gets it good and hard any way you want it." With a groan, he rolled over in bed and groggily walked through his room to the bathroom. Dad, we are all of age and we are all sexually active. I was ready for another cruise.
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This particular weekend, they had a game way off in the corner of the state. The four of them drove up together and expected to drive back after amateur the game on the same day. It was summer and the heat beat down on the car as they drove. Even the AC running at top speed didn't really seem to help. The girls were sweaty from the game; the guys were sweaty from watching. Now they were all irritable and sweating from the heat. Mike was tooling along the two lane road over the mountains that divided this part from the rest of the state. They were following a truck carrying junk when going around a tight turn; a large piece fell out of the truck as it went round a tight curve. Mike didn"t see the metal until it was bouncing right in front of the car. The sickening crunch of metal against metal jolted all four occupants. Mike saw the junk come out behind them and roll off into the trees. "Shit," he said. "Daddy, such language," Tami said from the backseat as she and Chelsea giggled. "Son of a bitch," screamed Roger. "Catch him so we can get his license." "Daddy!" admonished Chelsea. Mike had slowed and the truck was several turns ahead on the tight twisting road. Mike sped up but he wasn't used to these roads while the trucker drove them every day. As he was about to get close enough for Roger to write down his plate, his panel turned into a Christmas tree. First the temperature light came on, then the temperature continued to rise, then the emergency maintenance light came on. The road was following a small stream on a long downhill, so Mike shifted into neutral and let the engine idle. That seemed to help a little, but the noises got louder and louder. At the bottom of the hill, the road was a t-intersection with a auto garage on one corner. Mike rolled into the station. The engine died as they coasted to a stop in front of the maintenance bays. I’m going to cum. For a moment Shelly was curious to know how six of them were going to ride on two Rocs, but the feeling was fleeting. I dropped my hips, slamming several more inches of my cock into her mouth. “True amateur again.” Even so, I could tell she was squeezing herself as hard as she could to keep me out. “Well I’d have to see you in them to give any opinions, now wouldn’t I,” he said. “Okay, you’re next. Unbeknownst to me earlier, when you enter the center booth, a blue light comes on in the store to let the "customers" who are browsing know that there is some dirty slag in the gloryhole.