Three Lovers in Barcelona (BBW MMF Contemporary Romance)
guilty.
                  “Maybe we should pull over and let you ride with your parents,” Mitch said taking another glance at her pussy. He could see it glistening in the sunlight and knew that she was getting wet. It took everything he had not to reach out and touch it.
                  “And what are you going to tell them,” Alissa teased. “That you can’t ride in the same car as me because you can’t control your cock? Don’t you think that they would be disappointed that they didn’t get any alone time?”
    Mitch sighed, knowing that she was right. What was he going to tell them? It was not like he could tell them that the daughter they thought was so innocent was flashing her pussy at him. He couldn’t tell them that he couldn’t control his own cock and needed her out of his car before he attacked her. He was stuck and he knew it.
    “How about we play truth or dare,” Alissa said changing the subject. She watched as Mitch’s eyebrow raised and he looked at her out of the corner of his eye.
    “Okay,” he said, smiling at her. “You first.”
    “Truth or dare?” Alissa leaned back in the seat, spreading her legs further apart. He wanted to pick dare hoping she would dare him to touch her, but knew he had to face her parents at the end of the ride.
    “Truth,” he answered.
    Alissa moaned and grabbed her thigh with one of her hands, causing her panties to slide even further off of her pussy. Mitch could not take his focus off of the small wet slit and almost ran off of the road.
    Alissa laughed. “Okay,” she said. “How long has it been since you had sex?”
    Mitch thought for a second. “Honestly,” he said, looking over at Alissa. “More than a few months.”
    “Wow,” Alissa smiled. “I figured you were getting it all of the time.”
    “Thanks,” Mitch laughed. “Actually, I used to, but the older I get the harder it gets.”
    “I bet,” Alissa said, looking at the bulge in his pants. “Okay, your turn.” Mitch reached down to his cock and adjusted it. It was obvious that she knew he was hard and having it press against his pants was making him uncomfortable. As he finished adjusting, he slid his hand up his shaft pressing against it, wanting to jerk off right there.
    Alissa watched his hand and licked her lips. He looked at her. “Okay, truth or dare?” he said.
    “Dare,” Alissa said with an evil grin on her face.
    Mitch smiled back. “Take your panties off.”
    With no hesitation Alissa raised her butt off of the seat, slid her shorts and panties down to the floor, and let them drop. She pulled her legs back up in the seat, exposing her fat little pussy to him.
    Mitch looked in his rearview mirror and saw no sign of her parents. He assumed they had pulled off the side of the road to take care of themselves. His cock jumped in his pants as he thought about sliding his hand down her wet slit and pressing his fingers into her awaiting hole.
    “How many men have you fucked?” he asked her.
    “Ah,” she interrupted him. “You already went. It is my turn now.”
    Mitch looked at her with frustration, but agreed. “Truth or dare?” she asked.
    “Truth,” Mitch chose again. Alissa rolled her eyes. “Do you want to touch my pussy?” she asked him.
    Mitch swallowed hard. His entire body was aching to touch her pussy, to taste it and to watch her wiggle under his touch. He was sure she had never been fucked by a real man before.
    “Yes,” Mitch answered flatly.
    “Then why don’t you?” she asked, taking his hand and sliding it up her thigh.
    Mitch gripped her thigh and she looked at him with disappointment in her eyes. “Alissa,” he began. “I am old enough to be your father. In fact, I remember when you were born.”
    “What does that matter?” Alissa moaned, trying to entice him to touch her. She laid her seat back further and slid her top off. “You want to touch me? Do it.” She moved her hips and pulled his hand toward her pussy

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