I drove my hunk of junk car to the shady gas station we always met up at. Moving my mouth to another breast since the first was now empty I used my left hand to explore her feathery slit. Several nearby had noticed her arrival and turned their strange eyes to look at me and pause their complex dancing. Man what a trip I thought, what the Hell did I do with my clothes. The end of the tunnel was approaching and I was slowing down. As I was getting off work my dealer texted me to meet her. It was good to see there was a safe space. Once I thought about it I had to agree I was less argumentative and more introspective. My lover was apparently super human and was still giving me the best pounding on my 31 years of life. Many hands were exploring me now I could not recall a time I was more turned on. I felt myself being shoved forward like I had been hit by a car I opened my eyes and saw what looked like a tube or tunnel rushing at me, or was I rushing towards it?
