Lindsey started talking trash to this kid. I was just trying to keep it japanese running, but now this kid was reving his little four cylinder with the loud exhaust along with me. The light turned green, the kid took off burning out. I said, fuck it, and dumped the clutch at about thirty five hundred rpm. And that big block came alive! Finally able to use all that excessive fuel! I was sideways up in smoke when I passed that kid and I hadn't shifted into third yet! By the time I hit fourth he was nowhere in asian site and Lindsey looked like she thought she would die! About a mile from Lindsey's house the carb has flushed itself out and now things seemed to be fine, but soon as I turned down Lindsey's street, it started again, worse this time. It became japan un-driveable. I coasted into her driveway. There were no cars at her house. "Are you going to make BDSM it home?" Lindsey asked. "No, there is something I can do, I have tools in my trunk." Soon as I stepped out it started pouring down rain! "Come inside!" Lindsey yelled running with her jacket over her head. I ran to her front porch. She unlocked the door, "come in and wait this out." She offered. My heart was screaming "do it!" But my mind said no. "It's fine ill wait here, it wouldn't look appropriate if your parents came home." "My mom texted me, she won't be home tonight, and my dad is out of town till next week." I asked if I could pull my car in their garage. And added if I'm not home soon my wife would worry. That last part was a lie, she couldn't care less where I was or who I was with. We had hardly said two words to each other in weeks. Lindsey opened the garage for me, I limped my car in, and grabbed my tools. Their garage looked like no one lived in the house, except for the washer and dryer, and the two visible spots where they park their cars. Lindsey came in. "Can I get you a beer?" She asked. "No I wouldn't want fetish you to get in trouble." He shook her several times before she responded sleepily “what?” The sissy wore a green one-piece thong. “I... I opened my throat as I had done for my lovers, and let my rapist have it. His expression fell a bit. I promise I'll look at your boobs when I finish.” I glanced at the list. Then the doctor had me lay down on the examination table and told me that the final japanese step of the exam was to test my ability to orgasm and also to measure the amount of semen I could produce. She sighed shakily as she stood up straight, her asian pussy hiding between her legs once again, and she stumbled over to the couch BDSM and sat down, sexually satisfied and spent. “Hey, you okay?” I asked. She greeted me with, "It is nice to see you John. “Zero Suit Samus!” I said. Some women love it.” He stated. “You’re not going to leave me anymore?” David asked menacingly and mockingly. My body was out of control, my Father was licking my pussy in front of a room full of guys. [Of course, he wasn’t.] She was gracious in her congratulations. *"So that's a keep going?" The next three hours was a japan delight. “No, I live on my own now. How we get you hard again and then you can drizzle some of your sauce on my eggs." “Back first princess; turn over.” The current flowing through those girlish panties I wore, absorbing my husband's cum, intensified. Suddenly her pussy started to spew out gallons of it as I can only explain is that she was having an orgasm and this turned me into horny overdrive as I stood up with my cock standing out like a flag pole from my body and lined it fetish up to her hole and slowly but forcefully slid in. It was heavenly her pussy walls were still clamping and spasming from her orgasm around my cock that it was hard for me not to cum right there and then.