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I pulled into her parent's driveway on a Tuesday morning in the lovely Chicago suburb of Rosemont. It was a bright, sunny morning. The air was thick with humidity. It's gonna be a scorcher today! The girls should be wearing next to nothing today! Sweet! As I began to exit my car, Bushra came bounding out the front door, smiling ear to ear and squealing. She looked even more beautiful than I remembered. At work I had only seen her dressed in professional attire. Today she was wearing a short, short jean skirt that showed off her long, dark legs and a breezy little crop top. The short sleeved arms fell off her shoulders and the wide U-shaped top curved deep across her perky breasts. The elastic bottom of the shirt tucked nicely under her breasts, pulling the top tight and leaving little imagination to the lovely shape of her globes or the fact that she had very dark, round areolas and gumdrop-sized, erect nipples.
She jumped into my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. "It's so good to see you!" she squealed.

Damn she smelled good! "It's great to see you, too! You look great!" I wondered if she could feel the bulge in my pants.

"Come in! Come in! My parents want to meet you!" Ah yes, meeting the parents. One of life's necessary evils.

They were a lovely, traditional Indian couple. Mom was dressed in a colorful saree skirt and tight choli top. It was clearly evident where Bushra got her exotic looks. Dad was dressed in a pair of tan khakis and a freshly pressed white shirt. It was an odd feeling sitting there with this couple in their musty living room who were the same age as I knowing I was about to take their daughter to an amusement park. Bushra kept peeking out the front window.

I looked at my watch. "We should probably get going if we want to get there when the gates open," I said.

Bushra frowned. "I know, I know. He's always...oh, there he is!" She jumped out of her chair and ran out the front door.

She ran out and hugged a, shall we say, scholarly looking little man climbing out of his little black Prius. Who the fuck is this? I thought. She grabbed the man's hand and brought him into the house.

"Mark, this is James, my boyfriend. He's going with us. That's okay, isn't it?" Boyfriend?! Going with us?! Fuck!

"Uh, yeah, sure," I said, trying to not sound annoyed. We shook hands. Jesus! It's like shaking a wet noodle! My six-foot frame towered over him. He was small and pasty white. His hair was gelled and combed to the side. He was dressed in dark slacks and a white, button down shirt. All he needs are a pair of safety glasses and a pocket protector and he'd made the perfect nerd! "Okay, well, let's get this show on the road. I'll drive."
James and Bushra slipped into the backseat of my Grand Cherokee while I grumbled to myself about not having Bushra's long legs filling the seat next to me. We were barely out of the driveway when I heard a "zip". Bushra's head disappeared out of my rearview mirror.

James closed his eyes and gasped. "Oh! Oh geez! Oh wow!"

I sat up in my seat, trying to get a better view in my mirror while not having an accident. I finally saw the back of Bushra's head bouncing up and down in James' lap. My jaw dropped. Is she...? "What...what the fuck?!" I asked in shock.

James looked back at me in the mirror. His face was full of fear. "Oh...uh...Bushra, uh (ahem), loves to, uh, you know, give me oral, uh, oral sex. Is that...is that okay?"

Bushra popped up into view. Her chin was already shiny. "Yeah, Mark, I'm sorry, I should've asked. Is it okay if I, you know, give James a, you know, a blow job while you drive?"

What the fuck?! "I, uh, yeah, sure, I guess."

The words were no sooner out of my mouth when she said, "Cool!" Her head disappeared from sight.

James gasped again. "Oh! Oh geez!"

Now I was pissed and shocked. Shocked that...well...that Bushra was giving head to a dude other than me in my own car. And pissed for basically the same reason. Regardless, I couldn't help but watch in my rear view mirror. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of Bushra's head before it dove back down out of sight.

About 10 minutes in to a 30 minute drive, after much slurping and moaning, I could tell things were reaching a crescendo in the back seat.

James' body stiffened. His face began to contort. "Oh geez! Oh gosh! Bushra! Bushra! That feels...so...good! You're going to...to...oh gosh!"

What the fuck is she doing with this dude?!

I could hear Bushra hum, "Mmmmmhmmmm! Mmmmmhmmmm!"

"Bushra! Bushra! Here I go! Here I go! Oh gggggaaaaaahhhhhhhh!" His head pushed back into the head rest. His eyes squeezed shut and his jaw clenched.

After James finished having his "oh gosh" moment, Bushra popped up. She stared at me in the rear view mirror. Her lips were curled into a devilish smile. She ran her finger across her lips and slipped the stray white droplets through her rosy red lips. She swiped her hand across her glistening chin and wiped it on her faded blue jeans skirt. Then she placed her hands on the front seats and lifted herself forward.

"Okay, Mark, now it's your turn," she said as she slid her slender frame across the top of the center console between the seats.

My eyebrows nearly shot off my forehead. "Wait...what?"

Bushra giggled as she settled in the passenger seat. "Unless you don't want one, of course."

My eyes darted back and forth between the road and her hands that were fiddling with my pants. "No. No, that's not what I said. It's just...you know...I mean, uh, your boyfriend is right there," I said, nodding over my shoulder.

She giggled again. "Oh, he doesn't care!" The sound of a zipper was heard.

"Oh no. I would never deny Bushra of something that makes her happy. And having a man's penis in her orifices makes her happy. Isn't that right, honey?"

I grinned. He's just happy to have somebody touching his penis.

"That's right sweety!" Bushra said as she reached into my pants. "Now, let's see what you've got in there." With a tug on the waistband of my underwear and a yank on my muscle, the beast sprang free. Bushra's head snapped back when the tip nearly smacked her on the chin. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "It's fucking huge!" She could barely wrap her long, thin fingers around its girth. "I mean, some of the girls at the office said it was huge, but damn!"
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