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I’m at my fucking limit with this shit. I reach over and shake Hannah awake, probably more violently than I should have. But she fucking opens her eyes all calm like and is looking straight at me. I glare at her. She knows exactly what the fuck she is doing to me. The bitch has been awake the whole time. I jerk the wheel and the tires screech as I slam on my breaks on the side of the road. I was taking back roads to town, it’s faster than the packed interstates, and no one ever comes along this way for them to get a glimpse of Hannah’s state of odd dress in the car. I grab her phone and start to type out a message. ‘Get in the backseat and take care of it. I’ll wait outside until you’re done.’ I hand her the phone to read the message but she just drops it in the cupholder without even a glimpse at the screen. “James,” her voice is whiny and full of want and fuck I almost came from her saying that stupid name alone. I adjust myself without even thinking about it, and instantly feel a flush cover my face and rush down my neck when I see her eyes lock onto my cock straining against my jeans. She starts fetish to lean over to my side of the car. “ No .” I say as firmly as I can but a desperate crack crawls it’s way into my voice. Something that hasn’t happened to me in twenty-five years. She’s leaning into me and I’m pushing her away with my hands on her shoulders and while I’m trying to talk myself out of breaking (she’s with my nephew, my sister would disown me, I’m a fuck up with no future, I’ll never work somewhere that pays as good as my sister’s company, this girl is going to marry my sister’s son someday, they’ve been together for years, I’m old enough to be her dad, she’s off fucking limits) I groan as I feel her hand grab my cock through my jeans. She can’t get blonde a good grip because my jeans are already pulled too tight, but the pressure alone is enough to make me drop my head and focus on trying not to cum all over my stomach. After a quick breather I say “ No. ” again, this time with no crack, and I give her a firm shove. She plops back in her seat, her bright green eyes are hooded over and her lips are wet from her tongue coming out to lick them. “ Please, James .” Brunette She whines and now she’s got her back against my passenger door, her right leg hiked up onto my dash, her right hand shoved down the front of my boxers and her left hand pushing up her babe shirt to free one of those perfect tits. FUCK. “ NO. ” I can’t do this. She isn’t in her right mind. She’s just feeling the effect of those fucking drugs. This will literally fuck up my entire life. Or what’s left Big Boobs of it. I grab the phone again. Two, fuck in moderation, I don’t want her cunt to be loose like a babe Randi’s at time of marriage. Sukh then exited the shower and dried off. Why, were you thinking of something else?’ He asked, a wicked glimmer Big Boobs in his eye. He distinctly remembered her wet big bouncing boobs with large nipples as he splashed water on her. I suggested to Peter that we have dinner somewhere. “PLEAAAAASEEE. She felt him press the tip of his firm dick-head against her ass-hole, and Brunette she knew exactly fetish what he was getting ready to do next. Her entire body quivered. Regardless of their situation, her lifestyle had forged an unconventional, yet strong defense against fear; an unparalleled sense of entitlement. "I can't blonde get my cock out with my hands tied." I shuddered beneath him, my tits rubbing into his chest. I said tell you what you come with me for now and let Bethany have a little fun. She stared at them in such awe, her eyes shining.