My cock twitched freely in my gym shorts as I rubbed the back of thighs and up to her bottom. She turned over to see the tent I had pitched and told m... to take my shorts off. As I did, she laughed and said, "The sunlight really shows your farmers tan off out here, fucker. Why don't we trade clothing? You need more sun in more places." I blushed and handed over my gym shorts in exchange for her black bikini bottom. My cock wouldn't seem to fit in the little bit of material her bikini thong. Slowly I fit the entire shaft in my mouth, using my tongue to massage the underside and working my lips passionately around it as I pump up and down at a steady pace. My hand is gripping his erection at the base and is also pumping up and down at the same pace as my mouth. I can hear his breaths come quicker and quicker as I work my mouth around him, and he let out a low, deep moan. I can feel him tensing up, the sensations sending him almost to orgasm. Before it becomes too late I stop, and. I've never seen a by Direction of the President before or heard of one for something like this. I heard it really shook some people up over at Bethesda."He paused as if he was considering what to do with me. "Let's get back to you."He examined the incisions on my thigh and arm. "They are healing nicely."He asked me a few questions about pain, swelling, strength and range of motion. "I doubt if more surgery will help you. You are going to need quite a bit of rehab." My leg doesn't bother me as. I texted Terry to let him know that I was in town. Since Terry would be at work I went for a drive. I drove down the interstate and showed off for the truckers. Raising my skirt and running my red nails over my panties. I went to a local bar for a drink. As i was leaving I was approached by a young man who complimented my legs. One thing lead to another and we went to my car where I sucked him off. He had a decent cock and a very nice load.It was getting lat but Terry finally responded. I was.