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I spent the next half hour in silence. I reheated and ate my plate of food. She is a surprisingly good cook. Although, I would have preferred a soft yolk. It may have been. Till I microwaved it. While I took the time to decide weather I were being conned blackmailed or what. I did tell her she has time to figure things out. She can stay at my house for a couple weeks

Her emotional reactions and facial expressions were all genuine. Suffice to say. I think my new . . “friend”?? is speaking legit.

My mother is a Criminal Pathologist. My father A speech annalist. Between the two I learned young Not only how not to lie. But spot a liar, quickly. This girl is telling the truth as she knows it.

Packing up the liquor bottles. I tell her I’m having them tested. She seems relieved. I’m grabbing the different sized shape bags she was tossing down the hall as she filled them. I stack them outside the door. Two normal sized gym duffle. A military style type, three soft shell type travel bags; and oneI know is used to hold Hockey equipment. (this particular one has the local NHL team logo. It was signed by the entire team from two years ago. She was packing up her computer equipment when Uber informed me through the app they were arriving soon. I tell her so. And her reply is “O-Kay Daddy.”

something that didn’t actually register till later that night. I was already on my way to the curb with several of the smaller bags.

Let me take a moment to familiarize you with me. My mane is Philip. I am 30 years old. I own my own home. a car. a custom work truck and various motor toys

I’m a college graduated extreme environment welder. Meaning I can stick two pieces of metal, any size, any type together under 200 feet of water or 200 feet in the air while dangling upside down. Scorching heat or raging snow storm. I’m not rich. But I make a modest 6 figure salary with bonuses. I’m not terribly athletic. I don’t play sports. I do keep fit. I have no choice. It’s a work requirement.

I turn back to get the two largest bags. But shes already got them. The Hockey bag has a plastic bottom with heavy castors. The military duffle is on top of it between her legs and she’s pushing herself to the stair case using a hockey stick like shes rowing a canoe.

This is a sight that gets me. The Uber guy and the couple walking their dog laughing as she gleefully cascades down the stairs almost gracefully and crashes into me with a “Thank you for saving me Daddy” I blush the Uber guy blushes. And the man holding the dog tries not drooling as she climbs off the pile of bags. He failed. His female companion storms off in a huff

The black skirt she wears is up around her waste giving us all a good look at her now (thank god normal) yellow polka dotted pantie briefs. Till she has space and balance to pull it back into place. She has a form fitting pink Team logo Polo top, and pink Converse all stars on her feet. Her hair still up in the onion shaped bun. She wears big bug eye Gucci sunglasses that hide 80% of her face. Everything she owns is now stuffed into the Uber guys Honda accord. She is on my lap due to the hockey bag with her shoes and other team sports trinkets. This girl loves her hockey team. HA

She is happy. And cuddling me. Her breathing running down my neck in hot whisps. It’s raising goose flesh on my skin. And my other head is starting to stir. I’m pretty sure shes taken notice as her hip rolling movements have started to become rhythmic. As her arms tighten around my neck. Her left breast is rubbing my chest as she rocks gently.

OH ,, SHIT this girl is dry fucking me right here in the Uber. What do I do? Do I encourage her? Do I stop her? Do I . . . Oh God.. HELP??

Pull my skirt up. The words are so quiet Im not even sure she spoke them or if she sent them empathicly. She moves forward so her body is off of mine. Roboticly, I follow her instruction. I cant help myself. Her own hands deftly get my slacks undone and my now fully attended 8 inches is bobbing in the chill of the air conditioning. She shifts again and I can feel every millimeter of protruding flesh as she slides onto my crotch. Shes impaled herself on my organ. Every mollicule of my being is on fire.

Shhhhhh. She whispers into my ear. Just let it happen. I need this. don’t make me climb off. Please. She gasps into my ear as she bottoms out. My cock’s head pressing firmly against her G spot as she sways side to side for a moment. She is savoring the sensation

I’m no virgin.

She continues.

I’ve let men fuck me. I lost my virginity at 12 to one of mothers tricks. He paid the rent for a year. I only had to fuck him three times. But this is a first, she continues. I’ve never made love to or had a man make love to me.

She wipes a tear from her cheek as she starts to slowly rise and fall on my shaft.

So tight. So fullfilling

Oh God. FUCK! She is tight

Is this girl even real?

Her body stiffens. She becomes paralyzed. Her mouth a silent scream I can see from the side. The uber driver can as well. He panics and swerves to pull over. She speaks through clenched teeth.

“Nerrrrr!! Im Fine. Iffs a crammmp!! Keep going. She demands.

Her orgasm has soaked my pants. The seat. And probably the floor carpeting.

That was a big one. She whispers into my ear horsely I am a wet girl. But I’ve never flooded like that before. I’m sorry,

We pull into my driveway as the smell of fresh sex starts to fill the passenger cabin. It’s difficult for her to pull herself off my lap. There is a wet sticky noise and a smaller orgasm from the girl as she clambers out. I barely have time to put myself right. If not soaked before the driver turns and says

“Did you guys just fuck in my car?”

Er. What? No! I tell him. She had a cramp. Shes got some lady issues to deal with. Needs an operation. Sorry about the seat and floor I tell him. Then I run my spare credit card for a hundred dollar tip and hand him what cash I have on me. That shut him up with a smile and a hope she’s ok.

We collect her bags in two trips. My hard on still raging because while she had two possibly thee climaxes during the short ride. I didn’t get to finish. Hugging me tightly kissing me all over my face and thanking me for the most enjoyable sexual thrill she’s ever had, She feels it.

Oh! you didn’t finish.

She hurridly pulls her bags in. slams the door and drops to her knees pulling my gland out and swallows it like a skilled sward juggler