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I looked at the odometer in my minivan and saw that I still had 350 miles to travel. The decision whether to stop for coffee was pretty easy to make as I had already travelled 410 miles without a break. The coffee shop looked to be reasonably busy but still offered some vacant seating as I drew up in the car park and switched off the engine Thirty minutes later, I felt much better having had some really nice coffee along with a bit of pecan pie. I made my way back to my van, noting that the sun was just about to set. Having just listened to a very promising weather forecast, I expected an easy and uneventful drive home.I had just pushed the key into the door look when I heard a woman‘s voice call out, “Excuse me sir, excuse me.”I turned and immediately confirmed it was me she was calling to. She was a lady aged around forty years or so. Not beautiful but still rather attractive. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting Levis with the legs turned up to mid-calf. Her upper half sported a thin summer blouse that advertised the goodies within, but without being too revealing. All in all, she looked pretty damned sexy without being too sluttish.“How can I help you M’am?” I asked whilst still taking in and appreciating her feminine form.Before she could answer, a young woman I thought to be around her late teens stepped out from behind the other woman. It was obvious from her looks that she was the other’s daughter. However, whilst I would describe her mother’s outfit as alluring, this young lady’s attire brought her looks to a level that I can only describe as erotica on legs. She wore a dark blue skirt that ended halfway between her knees and the top of her legs. On top was a white T-shirt tied in the middle to allow her navel to be bursa escort displayed. It was obvious that her breasts were unfettered by a bra. Through her t-shirt I could detect a faint but distinct area of darkness where her areolas would be. Each nipple was further signposted by two small bumps that looked as though they were trying to fight their way out from under her shirt.I was starting to feel the first signs of movement in my groin and thinking how awkward it would be if I developed a boner whilst speaking to these two lovelies.“Are you by chance going anywhere near Springfield?” the mother asked before going on to say that “The fucking engine finally died on me and I have had to abandon my car.”I could not believe my luck. Springfield was the last town I would pass through before reaching my own home in Acorn Valley. “Yeah, sure,” I said, “it will be nice to have someone to speak to.”It did not take them long to load their bags into my minivan. The younger lady, dived into the seat just behind me and her Mom got into the front beside me. “Hi,” she said immediately, “my name is Jorja, and this is my daughter Paisley.”“Hi, I’m Mike,” I answered as the van started to accelerate onto the highway, “it’s nice to meet you guys.”The next hour passed with small talk between me and Jorja. Paisley had said nothing the whole time, but I found myself staring at her in the rear-view mirror whenever I got the chance. My God, she was so gorgeous, with the fresh look that only young women had before the trials of life and motherhood took their toll.I was suddenly snapped out of my reverie when Paisley, with a hint of panic in her voice, snapped, “Watch out, you’re drifting.” My attention immediately snapped back to the bursa escort bayan road and I realised that I had been staring at her and that the car had started to wander across the road. Paisley’s raised voice and the sudden movement of the minivan, as I manoeuvred it back onto the correct side of the road had awakened her mother who had started to snooze.“I hope I did not scare you,” I said.She answered, “Hell, no,” I was just dozing.“Mom,” said Paisley, “why don’t you get in the back here? It’s a bench seat and you can lie down.”The next few seconds were a mixture of comedy and erotica as they both tried to manoeuvre their asses over the front seat. Eventually, Jorja got herself over and Paisley made quick work of getting over to the front. Me? Well I was enjoying the sights of seeing two young women struggle over the seat. The topping on the cake was when Paisley, with her back to me, swung her right leg over the seat. Her ass was so close to my face, I knew that if I wanted, I could just turn my head and run my tongue from front to back along the length of her cunny.It was not long before Paisley glanced at her Mom and said, ”She is sound asleep and knowing her, she’ll stay that way until we get to Springfield.”I mumbled some appropriate answer, being distracted by the fact that I had a raging boner that was showing no sign of subsiding. It started when I got a close-up of Paisley’s ass, followed shortly by the sight of her white cotton panties as she slid down onto the seat. Since then, I had not been able to get these images out of my head. Hence the ongoing boner.“If you want to see them, I’ll let you,” Paisley said.“What? What are you on about?” I replied.“My panties, silly. Ever since I flashed you escort bursa when stepping over the seat, you’ve had a hardon that a stallion would be proud of and have taken every opportunity to glance across at my legs to catch another glimpse. And before you ask, yes, my flashing you was deliberate.”I stuttered and mumbled, trying to think up a suitable apology. I thought of something someone had once said about a man not having enough blood to work his cock and brain at the same time and was therefore not surprised when my cock decided to tell my mouth to say, “Yes, I would love to see them, and if it is the same to you, I would also love to get a real smell of your cunny by burying my nose into your cunt through your panties. Then I would like to slip them down and lick your cunt all the way up until you cum.”“Fuck!,” she said, “I’m getting wet thinking about it. I can’t wait to tell my friends about it when I get back to school after the summer break. We agreed that we would tell all if anyone managed to get laid during the break.” She then went on to say, “Oh, I was assuming that you will want to fuck me once your tongue is finished with my cunt.”By this time, the decision was already made and nothing was going to stop me fucking this lovely teenager but I could not help but ask, “Why me though? I would have thought you would have wanted to fuck with someone nearer your own age?”“Hell no!” she replied, “All the boys my age are either more interested in their gaming systems or would not know what to do with a girl other than throw their wieners at a pussy in the hope that they are doing it right.”My alarm bells were ringing by this time. I looked at Paisley and asked, “How old are you Paisley?“I turned 16 three days ago,” she replied. She must have seen the look on my face and went on, “Oh Mike, please, please, it’s Ok. I will not say anything to anybody. I am desperate to get fucked for the first time and I want it to be with someone who knows their way around a girl’s pussy.”

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