Better Than AAA

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZraYq33912YAuaCyAECCYvvbr3BHn9QIWs6lat9PcvdVmE8JWeNdpH7oTy7dNTkzBEv1ZJ6D9CKRQCnY8bbdFwAcbMAO31p7pPtqiZzWV18qJY59tZvFh68DKNH4mMpYGyVfEHcI6tno/s1600/EL1Ywq9NTu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZraYq33912YAuaCyAECCYvvbr3BHn9QIWs6lat9PcvdVmE8JWeNdpH7oTy7dNTkzBEv1ZJ6D9CKRQCnY8bbdFwAcbMAO31p7pPtqiZzWV18qJY59tZvFh68DKNH4mMpYGyVfEHcI6tno/s1600/EL1Ywq9NTu.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 0.4em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">“Dammit,” I thought to myself as I pulled the tire from the trunk. What else could go wrong? I couldn’t leave work as early as I had planned, so I had to be up late driving, and now, I have a flat tire. I slipped the tire iron on the first lug nut and tried to move the bar. “Too tight,” I thought with exasperation. “Fine!” I shouted to no one, except the lone bat enjoying a meal of moths courtesy of my headlamps. I gingerly stepped on the tire iron as I said a curse under my breath, “Designer pumps are NOT made for manual labor…” I jumped on the bar and slowly the nut turned to the left. “Great,” I thought silently, “four more to go…”<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     I was down to the final lug nut when a car approached from behind my own. As the driver slowed, he or she could see my vehicle was disabled. I tightened my grip on the tire iron as I voiced a command,” Just drive on by, just drive on by…” I was bathed in the stream of white headlights and felt adrenaline rushing within my being. ”Flight or fight” was all I could think and I couldn’t flee, not in these shoes.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     Instantaneously, the white flood of light became multi-colored. I was in a sea of white, red, and blue. The lights from the squad car were blinding me. Deeply, I inhaled but then thought better of it. It may be a cop, but I still needed to be cautious. I knew I was the only one I could really trust with my own safety.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “Evenin’ Miss,” drawled a very masculine voice belonging to the buff body emerging from the squad. “What seems to be the problem?” he inquired as if he were the one being blinded by the floodlights. I decided it was best, not to be a smart ass and gave him the proper answer to his asinine question.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “Uhmmm, I’m changing a tire,” I responded almost as a question. However, no one could doubt that it wasn’t the truth. I had grease and dirt all over my hands, and my dress was smudged with tire dirt. I turned slightly and finally could see the officer better.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     He had short brown hair and he was taller than me, but not by much. His chiseled face was shaven, although a hint of beard was emerging. His most notable feature was he wore a smirk instead of a smile. He must have realized his question wasn’t really necessary; it should have been pretty obvious what I was doing.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “Looks like you almost have it. Would you like help, or should I wave on traffic,” he laughed as he looked down the deserted highway. “Great,” I thought. I have a flat in the middle of the night and the only help I get is comic relief…</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 0.4em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">     I made a “humph” noise and continued to remove the last lug nut. “I’ve got it, thanks anyway,” I responded sarcastically. I placed the tire iron on the nut and stepped on the iron for the last time. He watched with amusement as my body slowly descended and the nut became loose. As I attempted to remove the final piece of hardware, I felt his body next to mine. His warmth was inviting in the cool, damp night air. He bent towards me and his fingers wrapped around mine, keeping me from turning the nut.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “I was only kidding. I’ll do this,” he said as he breathed on my neck. The tiny hairs stood up, but not in fear. I drew in a deep breath and inhaled his cologne, he smelled so good. My heart began beating loudly; could he hear it, too? I swallowed hard and hoped he couldn’t hear anything from me. He took my dirtied hand in his and raised me up. “You don’t have to…,” I said mechanically. I could barely think.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “It’s no problem, Miss,” he said with a smile. He bent down on one knee and proceeded to be my personal AAA attendant. His thighs were taut and stressing the surrounding fabric. Encumbered by his attire, he got up and threw his leather department issued jacket in the squad. His blue shirt was straining to keep his pectoral and bicep muscles covered. I smiled back at him and thought, “This is one cop who doesn’t sit in a donut shop filling out reports.”<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “I’ll put on the spare and put this in the trunk,” he informed me after he removed the deflated tire. He walked to the tire I had yanked to the ground and inspected it. He called out with a voice that sounded pleased. “Good, you have a standard sized spare, that should keep you going for a while,” he said with approval.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “I try to be prepared for anything,” I responded without thinking of how that sounded. I could feel my cheeks burn. I couldn’t believe I just said that to a cop. He leaned away from the wheel well, so I could obviously see his smile. His eyes danced and glistened in the surrounding light, as if he liked the words I just spoke. When he finished replacing the flat, he placed the tire iron, the ruined tire and jack inside the trunk and closed the lid.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />He walked back, slapping his dirty hands together, and continued the conversation. “And sometimes,” he bent closer so he could whisper, “it’s best to let the moment take you away.” I couldn’t take my eyes off his eyes, they were so inviting. His smile was so mischievous. I wanted to be taken away, right then, by him.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “S-s-s-o-o,” I asked, with emphasis, “is there any place around here a girl could catch of few winks?” He leaned in closer, his chest touching mine…”Yeah, I know of a place or two. I get off duty in 10 minutes. How about I follow you into town and you stop at the all-nite diner, right next to the motel? I could buy you some coffee…”<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     I climbed back into my car, unable to contain myself. I pulled out four Wash N Dry towelettes and scrubbed my hands and fingers. I brushed my hair quickly before I slowly pulled ahead, constantly watching him from my rearview mirror. The diner and motel were in view and to my right as my eyes started to get heavy. I pulled up to the restaurant and got out of my car. I waited for him and as he approached I saw he already had the swipe card from a motel room in his hand.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “Maybe coffee could wait until breakfast,” he suggested as his eyes twinkled back at me. Taking my small suitcase out of the trunk, he swiped the card against a nearby door and held it open for me. Once inside, he locked the doors and unbuckled his holstered weapon. He set it on the top shelf of the metal clothes rack and turned to face me.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     My eyes never left the weapon that he still carried. The bulge within his pants was very noticeable. For some reason, I felt very appreciative of his assistance so I decided to help him. Certainly, he needed to be more comfortable; it looked like one wrong move and his clothes would tear off from his body. I fumbled with the buckle, unable to unfasten it. I felt my cheeks flame against my face. “I’ve never done this before,” I tried to explain as he drew my body closer to his body. “Are you telling me you want to stop?” He asked with that ever present smirk on his beautiful face. I put my hands on his neck and cheeks, backed him into the wall and assaulted the soft and supple lips of the willing officer. Now, he was in my custody.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 0.4em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">     His hands ran up and down my body. Slowly, he pulled away from my kiss and smiled. He painstakingly started to unbutton his shirt, taking his sweet time to give me a definite show. He was good, better than some of the professional strippers at the Ladies’ Night revues I had been to with girlfriends. His muscles were everywhere and I wanted to feel them…everywhere. He let his police issued shirt fall to the floor. Stepping closer to me, he began to unbutton my dress. As it slid to the floor his hands began their extensive investigation. His smile broadened. “I didn’t think I felt anything obstructing,” he seductively whispered. His hands went directly to my breasts as I began to touch and appreciate his sculpted form. Our mouths locked on to each other as I went for the button and zipper of his pants. As his pants fell to the floor my eyes just stared and I heard him laugh. “S-s-s-o-o,” I stammered, “They don’t make official underwear in your size, do they?”<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     Not saying a word, he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks. I was still wearing the lacy blue panties and my high heels. Slowly, I slid down the panties and carefully stepped out of them. I made sure to bend and twist; giving Danny a visual treat. I started to remove the shoes and he stopped me…”Not yet, darlin’,” his voice made me melt. He carried me to the very inviting bed and smiled.” I guess I should tell you my name is Daniel, well, Danny, that’s what everyone calls me. And you are the most…” I stopped him, just in time. “Please, don’t. Don’t say it. I’m Cynthia, er, Cyndie and I don’t want lies. I just want you,” I blurted out honestly. “But, honey, I’m sworn to uphold the law. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen…changing a tire at 2 o’clock in the morning and with these on, no less.” Smiling as always, he reached for my leg and began to caress it gently. Feeling his hands against my black thigh-high nylons, running his fingers up and down my shins was driving me crazy.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     I drew in a deep breath to maintain my composure, and answered back, fairly breathless, “At least you’re being honest. Mmmmmm.” His touch was getting to me, making me wet and aroused. Grinning wildly, he inquired, “Is something wrong?” He knew very thing was perfect, absolutely perfect. I answered the best I could under the circumstances.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “No,no …nothing is…mmmm, wrong… I just can’t breathe…” He placed my leg back on the bed and climbed on top of me. My legs bent, with my hose and heels still on, he eased his powerful frame upon me and began to kiss; soft, gentle, wet kisses. “So, maybe some rescue breathing is in order. I’d hate for you to stop breathing,” he said slowly in his drawled accent; slow and deliberate, like his touch and his mouth. It was precisely how I needed him to respond to me. “Mmmm,” he started to kiss with caution. “Sounds like you might need some mouth-to-mouth,” he decided as his lips gently pulled on mine. “Then, maybe, you’ll let me put my mouth on some other lips,” he suggested, hopefully as he continued to taste me. I pulled his head closer to mine and kissed him back with a vengeance. I was no longer tired. He answered back by forcing his tongue past my lips. I placed my hands on his broad back and massaged his muscles. I had to be careful. My manicured nails could leave a mark, so I pressed with just the back tip of my fingers. I kneaded the sinews of his back and felt him respond. He pulled my body into his and rolled me on top of him. I arched my back and he raised me higher; my breasts to his face. He used both hands to massage and cup each breast. He began to roll each nipple between his fingers and thumbs. I closed my eyes and sighed as quietly as I could. I felt his tongue licking my chest, my round breasts and my erect nipples. I lowered myself to his mouth and let him enjoy.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     After some much needed nipple play, I could feel his body pressing against my thighs. He slowly pressed his manhood against me, His cock was erect and firm, teasing my freshly shaved mound. He rubbed his cock and balls against my skin, but never entered, not yet. He was testing me, seeing how far I would let this go before I gave in, before he would make me squirm and wet from his cum.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />      I decided it was it was time for something new. I pushed back trying to slide on my own. I wanted to assume the position, but needed some help getting there. He helped my body ease back. I had never worn heels to bed and it felt awkward. Danny’s smirk came back in to play, “Are you afraid you’ll hurt me? Your pumps are just a prelude to my pumps…,” he chuckled in my ear. “So, why do I still have these on?” I asked as the ingénue that I was. “You want to know? Right now?” Danny was like a kid in a candy store clutching a personal black credit card. I could see he had no limits to his fun. “Yes,” I replied, taking a much needed deep breath. “Why am I wearing shoes in bed?”<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     He rolled off of me and sat next to me, with his left thigh firmly pressed to my side, his cock waving in front me. His eyes danced before me as he uttered the single word, “Leverage.” I was confused and it showed on my puzzled face. He laughed aloud and said slowly, “Let me help you understand.” His voice made me feel like butter on hot popcorn. His voice oozed and then I oozed. I pressed my legs together tightly; I wasn’t ready to ooze all over the sheets.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     He walked past the foot of the bed. He was quite the vision; he was completely tanned, his legs and upper torso more so than the parts that held my interests. “So, you like to go to tanning salons? You seem a bit two-toned. Did the bed malfunction?” I teased as I ran my fingers against his firm taunt nipples. “Nope-darlin’, ” his voice slithered back to me.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “If I’m not in the squad, I’m sitting high on my throne-lifeguard,” he laughed back.  My ego took a hit. “Ohhhh, so you’re around young, pretty half-naked girls, huh?” I said in a dejected tone. I was finally starting to feel self-conscious. The look from his eyes told me how foolish it was to be jealous over the women in his life. His upper body was all I saw. His strong arms, his huge forearms, his powerful hands…he crawled closer, like a panther stalking his prey. Slowly, meticulously, he advanced upon me. I could see each muscle twinge as his gleaming eyes never left mine.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “Yeah, I’m around pretty girls, but there’s only one woman who looks hot and sexy wielding a tire iron and wearing heels like these.” I took in his words and took another deep breath. “So…, ” he inquired, “are you ready to experience some leverage?” I couldn’t find my voice. When I realized what he had asked, I answered as best as I could, “Ummm, sure…leverage…” He placed my legs back in to a bent position while his hands moved my shoe covered feet just so.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     “Now,” he instructed, “raise your hips and I’ll demonstrate the advantages of leverage.” I took a breath as he took a breath and I did as I was told. I realized how foolish it would be to obstruct justice. Especially while this was so easy to justify. A willing man, a willing woman and leverage.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     It was several minutes or maybe it was hours before he resurfaced and I could look at his face. His nose, cheeks and chin were wet with my sweet cum. He came back up to my lips, smacking his. “Mmmm, want some?” he generously offered as his mouth secured on to mine.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     Fatigue started to get the best of me. Even when Danny sat at the end of the bed, removing my heels, I was barely aware. I felt his hands remove my stockings. It felt so good to wiggle my toes again. I felt his warm, soft, strong hands massage my feet. All the tension in my body melted away with his touch. I wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes open if he continued like this, I told myself. He leaned next to me as I laid on my side, my body facing him and his pillow. In his hands, he held my stockings, stroking them as if my legs were still encased by them. “Do you trust me,” Danny whispered in my ear. I swallowed hard, unsure of what his intentions were. Again, I heard the whisper, “Do you trust me?” Thinking my safety was all within me, my safety was determined by my instincts, I answered back. With my eyes half-closed, I whispered back, “Yes, I trust you.”<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     He asked me to interlace my fingers. He gently slipped one hose around my wrists and tied a half square knot, just like tying a shoelace before the bow. He then went to my ankles and did the same. It wasn’t tight and I could have gotten loose easily if I tried. I didn’t want to. I heard his feet pad to the mini refrigerator. He closed the door and came back to the bed. My eyes were shut, not tight, just relaxed and waiting. I did trust him and I didn’t know why I should.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     I felt something cold on my body. I could feel the tip of something soft being drawn across my body. My waist, my hips, my breasts; it felt like a cold crayon. The air was being filled with a fragrance so sweet; my mouth watered as I swallowed my saliva. He brought the piece of fruit up to my face and continued to tease me. He ran it on my cheeks and he traced my lips. “Take a bite,” he instructed. Strawberry, a sweet, ripe and juicy strawberry. It tasted so good. I heard him chuckle as he bent his head near mine. In his hand, he took my chin and lightly kissed my mouth. “Mmmm, your kisses are so sweet,” he murmured against my cheek.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />    I felt him lean across me and reach for something else. I was drifting in and out of sleep at this point; I was so tired and yet, I didn’t want to sleep, not yet. He got off the bed and started this time at my feet. Now a soft, silky brush swept against my skin. This was also cold, but it felt so soft. He brushed against my lower legs and then my thighs. He playful teased between my legs where he had just enjoyed me fully. Then to my belly and sides he continued to play. The aroma was so sweet; the perfumed air was making my head spin. I knew I wouldn’t be conscious much longer. I smiled but never opened my eyes. He brought the rose up to my breasts and ran circles around them. He made a trail from my heart to my neck; to my face. The fragrance was like a sleeping potion and I was losing my will to stay awake. Once more I felt his hand cup my chin and he gently kissed me for the last time.<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />     I woke up alone. I knew he was gone. All I could sense was a feeling that his presence was absent. I could still smell the fragrance of roses and strawberries. A single rose was left on his pillow. I took it in my hand and inhaled. Slowly, I sat up and saw a small bowl of strawberries and a glass of orange juice on the table by the television. My dress and stockings were draped across a chair in the corner, my shoes beneath them. I got up and dressed.  I didn’t notice then that the tire smudge marks had been cleaned away. As I ate the fruit and drank the juice, I saw the receipt. My room had been paid for and I could leave whenever I was ready to go.</div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 0.4em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">     Outside of the room, the morning sun was starting to burn orange and pink across the sky. I put my small suitcase back in the trunk and looked at the flat tire. I would need to get that replaced as soon as I got into the city. I opened the door and felt the heat pour around me. I placed the rose on the seat next to me, turned on the air conditioning and headed away from my favorite place in the world.  </div><div style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Arial, Helvetica, Sans, FreeSans, Jamrul, Garuda, Kalimati; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 0.4em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">      As I was nearing the place I had my flat, a chill ran up and down my body. Not from the air conditioning, but from the sign outside the passenger window. At first I noticed the larger sign, the ever present “Click It Or Ticket” motto adopted by the state police department. It was the smaller sign above it that turned the blood in my veins to ice. The one that said, “The Daniel “Danny” Shepherd Memorial Highway”. I clung to the steering wheel as I drove past the spot Danny came to my aid earlier that morning. I didn’t bother to wipe away the tear rolling down my cheek.</div></div>

Better Than AAA

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Friend's Mom

<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXspcRcH9dP-NmQoanZO2-At_cbsEQW4ZUC0Of3P3rj3dqa5fWNirY4dl9v1PqMQUxUql_tdX701TEvXjLS9haOQx1PBBwOix04aGAe9UF0gy0MOKMUWF41yNOZeDYX8hvv7hudKByVIw/s1600/X9JkNaEs2v.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXspcRcH9dP-NmQoanZO2-At_cbsEQW4ZUC0Of3P3rj3dqa5fWNirY4dl9v1PqMQUxUql_tdX701TEvXjLS9haOQx1PBBwOix04aGAe9UF0gy0MOKMUWF41yNOZeDYX8hvv7hudKByVIw/s1600/X9JkNaEs2v.jpg" /></a></div>Hi friends I am trying there my experience and I hope you will like my first attempt as I am writing this first experience of my life, and if I get good response from you I will share few more. I was just 18 years old in those days and was reading in high school. I had a very nice friend whose name was Sharma He was my best friend in all class and we sat on one disk in class. I belonged from very high and rich family though his family wasnot poor. I often visit Shahid home and when I went to his home I usually gave some gift to his mother that were often sari or shilwar qamiz. His mother was an average common housewife. She was forty plus. She was not beautiful woman, but was a busty woman. She was not fleshy but was enough fat. Her complexion was black browns.<br /> <div><br /> </div><div>She had very big wide fleshy ass and had very big boobs. She always wears shilwar qamiz. She didn’t care of her cloths and body. She had very careless about her dress and uses always very thin cotton cloths. She usually didn’t wear bra and due to this her breast were always swinging. Which made me crazy. As I have told she has a wide big ass. When I seen her in this way I was started to fuck her, and gradually its became my fantasy to fuck her specially her wide ass. Once I went Sharma home and this time I had not any gift for her, so I tried to give her cash money and said her, aunty I have not bring a gift for you so please accept it as a gift but she refused to take it. When I insist very much she became soft to take it but she said me I will take it if you promise me that you will not tell too Shahid or any one. I became very happy because I wanted to make with her relation like this. I said her ok I promise you that I will not tell to any one. </div><div><br /> </div><div>She took the money, and when she was taking it her hand touched she and me smiled. I asked her if I mention to some one what is wrong? She said me no it is not proper way of a gift, if some come to know then they will think that why I taking money from you. I started to give her cash instead of gift and she was too happy with this. She now treats me more nicely. I gave her this for more then three months and with intentionally I stopped I this. I want to see her reaction. She was now very restless when I was there and she expected me to give her money, but I was ignoring this and I always try to chat her. One day when I went to their home aunty was in kitchen and I asked from Shahid that where is aunty and Shahid told me that she is in kitchen. So I went to kitchen to meet her. She became pleased to see me and asked me that why I come to meet them after long time. I talked her for some time and then she said me that she wants to discuss me some problem. I said her I am always ready for it. She said me now go to meet Shahid and I will send him after some time to market if he asked you to give company to him, you should avoid it. So I went to meet Shahid and we went to his room and sat to PC and started it. </div><div><br /> </div><div>After half an hour Shabnum called Shahid and asked him to go to market to bring some thing I don’t know what she asked him. And Shahid said me that he is going to market and that I should stay there waiting. He went to the market and Shabnum came to Shahid room as I was there. She sat with me and said me that she wants to say some thing to me if I promise with her that I will not tell to any even Shahid. I replied her don’t worry Shabnum aunty, I promise you. </div><div><br /> </div><div>Then she said with little hesitation that she needs some money if I could help her she will be very obliged and that she will be return it very soon. I asked her how much? She said me I need four thousand but I will not insist if you cannot arrange then you should give me that you afford. I sad her no aunty this is not big amount I can afford it but this time I have not money. I asked her that tell me when you need I will give it. She said that if you can do it tomorrow morning, because Shahid and his father will be not there and I want to keep them unaware. So I promised her that I will come here at 10 o’clock, and if there is some problem then she call me by phone thus I will not come. </div><div><br /> </div><div>When she was talking with me she was busy to tickling her breast very cleverly showing me that she was doing this intentionally. I was staring her breast and she asked me what am I looking. I replied her in very embarrassed that nothing After that she talked me little and she asked me that have I any girl friend and I told her that no I have no any girl friend. She asked why? You are young and smart and you should have girl friend. I laugh and said her that I am basically a shy person and I cannot talk to any female. She asked me that why as I am not looking female? I said no why not you are looking very very female. She laughed and said me that she will arrange a girl friend for me but don’t tell Shahid. After some time she said me that she should go now that Shahid is expected soon. I became wonder that why she keep all these so secret from Shahid and all. Anyhow she went out and after some time Shahid came back. He excused me lot as I waited for him. I was there for tow hour and then I came back. </div><div><br /> </div><div>Next morning near 9.30 Shabnum aunty rang me and asked me that am I coming? I said her yes, any problem she told me no there is no any problem and that she is waiting for me. I went to her home exactly 10 o, clock. She received me warmly and asked to sit. We both sat in lounge. I took my purse and dragged money and asked her to aunty your money. She became very pleased and took the money from me. I asked her that if there is no any other order for me then let me go. She asked me in angrily that why I show so hurry. And she asked to stay for a while if you have so great emergency. She laughed and said we have to discuses about your girl friend and lot of more. She was sat with me on the same sofa. She was looking very happy, she come very close to me and asked me tell me truth, you have really not any girl friend? I told her aunty I am telling you truth that I have no any girl friend. Why? She once again asked me. I told her that I have told you that I am shying. </div><div><br /> </div><div>She suddenly asked me are you like girl friend or woman friend? I asked her what do you mean by this, is there deference between woman and girl? She caught my chain and said you are really kid. She said that there is a lot deference between girl and woman. Look me I am a woman as I am aged, and she pointed her neighbor girl her name yyy and said that she is girl. She asked me now tell me you like her or my age? I told her that I will not tell lie I like you. She became very happy and said that she knew it. </div><div><br /> </div><div>Then she asked me which part of my body you like? I didn’t reply and became calm. She repeated her question and I told her that I could not tell this. She laughed and said that she knew, and with this she took my hand and put it in her breast and said that you like these. Am I right? I did say any world but I didn’t try to remove my hand from her breast as her hand was also on my hand and was trying to press it on her boob. She said me I knew that you like these as I have noted so many times when you were staring them. She asked me rub it if it give you pleasures. I rubbed it and she wrapped her hand on my head. Then she asked me weather I would like to see them. I said her it will be my luck if I see these as I have great wish to see them. She raised her qamiz up and there were her huge teats before me. She asked me look them and fell full your fantasy. </div><div><br /> </div><div>She asked me to put my hand on them and even I can kiss and lick them. I was astonished to see her tit. They were very huge and she had big black nipples, which excited me very much. I put my mouth on her one breast and kiss it very passionately. I kiss it, licked it and at last I took it in my mouth all and started it suck. She was moaning slowly and I was sucking it. Then I changed it and started her other tit. When I sucked these and her nipples became too hard. I was massaging her tummy and her navel. She had very big tummy, and deep navel. </div><div><br /> </div><div>She asked me are you happy now? I told her no my fantasy is not only these but I also want to see your buttock. She laughed only see buttock or some thing other. She asked tell me your all fantasy, this is an opportunity for me. Now I moved my hand to her pussy oh what a big her cunt was. I told her I want also see it. She asked me only seeing or some thing more? I said no only seeing. She laughed and said who had bandaged you. Try yourself to see it. I untied her shilwar knot and slide her shilwar little down toward her thighs, she spread her thighs and I saw her cunt. He cunt was too big and just was like a fat mouse. I put my hand on her cunt and started rubbing it </div></div>

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