She had one morebig surprise for me that session.My cock was covered with poopy bits. I know, becauseAndre got a crystal-clear shot of it. He also got...erfect shots of Emily licking it clean of poop andcum, then sucking and licking me until I made anotherhuge load of cum, this time all over her classicface.Good gravy!Afterward, we lay there kissing. Andre left todevelop the film. Or so he said. I really think hewent to whack off. Or, even better, to dally with oneof the former. I glanced around to see who was hearing or seeing Connie and her losing it on their dicks. I happened to notice a couple in a pick-up truck parked in front of us a few rows over. It had an installed lift kit and I was sure they were high enough to see a lot of what was happening inside our suv. The girl looked to be astraddle the guy facing out the windshield while leaning sideways so he could see also. From her movements I knew she was riding his dick as they observed us. Damn, I thought,. “We’re from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania on our way to Oregon to make a new life. These are my sons and their wives,” the older man spoke again.Tom shook hands with the men and tipped his hat to the women, then swung to his saddle and was on his way south once more as the four wagons rolled on north along the rutted trail.The three younger men were walking along side the wagon with the broken wheel as their Pa drove, and the other two wagons followed.“How old do you think Tom was,” one of the. Yet, I yearn for his touch. I want to run away. I want to run into his arms. Both are denied to me. My feet are rooted to the spot, waiting for him to make the next move. Why is my helplessness so arousing? What is happening to me?I try to fight back intense waves of surging raw lust, but these feelings are too sudden, too intense. I have no time to prepare. I am overcome. My horror dissipates, leaving only desire.He has not even touched me. Yet, in a few short moments, irresistibly mounting.