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bit harder as my finger was now sliding across her butt-hole, the crack of her ass now wet with excitement.
Slowly, easily, I slipped a finger into Alis butt which caused her to sharply take in her breath, but relaxing as I slowly fingered her ass, her breathing coming in deep gasps, now.
Rolling to face her, we kissed each other with heat and passion, both of us fingering the other to climax before we fell into a deep, restful sleep.
We decided to push on to New Orleans in one day; the next bed we would sleep in would be ours, at the Manse.
Stopping only for fuel and food-well, thats not quite true, now.
We had started noticing Adult Sex Video Stores, just off the Interstates with big ol signs touting their semi-truck parking spaces, etc. The further south we drove, the more we noticed.
We had just fueled, and took the time to eat a meal in the restaurant instead of to go. Ali touched my hand, motioning me with her eyes to look outside; across the highway from the truck stop was one of those Adult places.
"We never did get us one of those strap-on dildoes, you know," she said matter of factly.
"Yeah, I know, we probably ought to do that soon, dont you think?" I answered.
"Thats kinda what I was thinking, so maybe after lunch...," she was saying.
"...We ought to drive over there before we get back on the road," finishing her sentence for her.
"Exactly!" the food now being delivered.
"Did you notice that all of the big ones were more often black, not white?" she asked, examining our purchase as I merged us into Interstate traffic.
"Yeah, perpetuating the urban legend," I offered.
"Well, you get what you pay for," sliding her hand around the faux-cock.
"So, why did you buy black; there were white ones just as big," I asked, my eyes darting to watch her feel and fondle the cock portion of the strap-on. The cock screwed into the harness.
"Ive never had black, so I guess I have the typical Southern Damsel fantasies about fucking a black." Laughing, she said, "This is as close as Ill ever get now, thanks to you," a big smile on her face.
"Ive had black," I offered, "but I didnt get off with them either, any more than with white guys Ive fucked."
Her feet were on the dashboard now, her skirt raised to her waist, and her panties held to the side with one of her hands.
Her other hand held the thick, 10" black dildo, the tip against her wet pussy lips.
"I think one of us should take this bad boy for a drive," she said, slowly inserting the dildo into her pussy, an inch at a time, her mouth open and gasping as the girth stretched her pussy.
"I wonder who that will be," trying to watch traffic and her while driving with one hand, the other rubbing my pussy, through the material of my shorts.
We stopped at a rest area a couple of
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hours after Ali test-drove our new toy and switched drivers. My feet were on the dash before we merged onto the highway, the dildo in my pussy when she switched off her merging signal.
You do get what you pay for, and we were going to have fun with this new toy.
It was sloppy seconds, but it was good.
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Night had fallen when we arrived at the Manse. Momma Jo had left the big gates opened for us and we came to a stop in the driveway, before the portico.
"Were home, baby," Ali said, looking at me, melting my heart with her eyes, "were finally home," reaching to me with her open arms.
"Yes, we are, sweetheart, we are home," my arms around her, drawing her to me.
Im not going to pick on you.
Good, Im glad.
Just between us girls, you really are good with this, right?
Yeah, I am.
Call on me if you need me.
I will.
Mary Peters carefully adjusted her position in her seat and tried not to let anyone else in the classroom become aware of her discomfort.
Truth be known, she wasnt particularly uncomfortable. In fact, her only real problem at that precise moment in time, was that she was feeling more than a little horny!
As a consequence of her feelings, there was a small damp patch starting to spread across the gusset of her tiny black panties: oh how she longed for the lunchtime bell to ring and bring an end to morning classes. She squeezed her hot, moistening thighs together even tighter...
The cause of her current situation was, at that precise moment, less than 20 feet away from her and totally oblivious to her predicament! Her back towards the class, Mrs Brown -- their class lecturer - was writing busily on the blackboard.
Mrs. Brown was, in the words of pretty well all of the class, a fuckin horny bitch! The lads all fantasised over her publicly to each other (and a good few of the girls did too in private if the truth were known). If only she knew, the straight-laced old biddy! (When youre 18 then 45 seems sooo old!) Shed probably have apoplexy!
Mary was looking at her now. The tight black slacks Mrs. Brown wore, made it possible to just discern the outline of her panties, which looked so small as to be almost non-existent. And through her thin white silk blouse, Mary could see the outline of Mrs. Browns slim back and the tight, wide strapped bra as it strove to retain the large firm breasts within. Mary squeezed her thighs together again and longed once more for the bell to ring so that she could slip off to the ladies toilet and, using her long slim fingers, relieve the sexual tension rising rapidly inside her!
Miss Peters are you listening? The sharp, harsh crack of the impatient voice brought Mary back to reality with a startled jolt and she became aware that Mrs. Brown had turned from the blackboard and was, in fact, talking to her. Mary
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