A howl to my left caused me to veer away and now a couple of howls much closer behind replied sending me into full headlong flight. Blowjob sex then it thrusts hard and fast and even deeper into me over and over and over, faster than any man, deeper and bigger and longer. On reflection, perhaps I should have let him take me home before I jumped out of the car giving him the full benefit of my Romford vocabulary using words that would have made a docker blush. After a couple of drinks clearly the lad thought that this was his invitation to get inside my knickers, which he was sadly mistaken. The howling had stopped but this was replaced with snorts of breathing and at first, I thought the panting was coming from my own laboured chest but it was behind me and on both sides.
