Thus, although I did not have my own auto with which to drive to Sofia’s house, transportation services were readily made available to me through Suave, who proved to be much more reliable than Kmart Cowboy. XXX Thereafter, her mother’s car collided into a dirt embankment that ran parallel to the road. While he was doing so, Sofia slowly pulled up her sweatpants. “She’s a bit shook up from all this.”
“I see. And Sofia is your girlfriend I take it?”
“Yeah, that’s right,” I stated. “What the hell are you doing down there?” he asked. Moments later, as my tongue began to dry out from licking the cotton material, I escalated the eroticism and reached for Sofia’s waistband. My left ear was resting upon the brake pedal of the car. From years of practice, simultaneously pulling down Sofia’s sweatpants together with her panties came as no chore.
