Dave eased up on the gas and continued cautiously down the rutted road.Minutes later we coasted to a stop in front of a two story farm house. Without ... word, Dave shut off the engine, released the blue pail that was half full of girl cum from the drive shaft tunnel, picked it up and got out of the truck. He reached into the bed of the truck picked something up and took the two items into the house.I gently wiped the tears from Shan's face and asked her if she were OK.A very soft, "Yes," passed. ...... never had her sister ever taken my cock all the way down to my balls.she start to lick my balls and shaft like a lolypop ever once in awhile she would deep throat me, then pull back and lick the top of my head. after about 5 min of working on my cock and licking my balls she looks up at up me says.." who's better me or my sister".. i look at her and say " does it really matter?"I pick her up from the floor toss her on the couch and remover her skirt, to my suprise she was not wearing. Yes at last instead of rubber or latex, I was going to finally get the real deal! How heavenly were those ten exciting minutes for me! Such wonderful discoveries of new feelings as my sensitive nerve endings delivered such divine sparks of pleasure from the friction of Bob's stiff two way sliding dick. Yes I found getting fucked was every bit as Erotic and Enjoyable as Sucking Cocks had ever been for me. Waiting some 40 minutes for Bob to get it up again was well worth the wait, as it took him. I couldn't afford to fly to Anchorage, but I had a reasonably new Ford pickup, so I decided to drive over the newly opened Alcan highway. As a way of defraying some of my trip expenses, I put an ad in the local paper seeking a passenger.A woman living in Livingston -- a railroad town about 30 miles east of Bozeman -- answered, so I drove over to meet her. I can't remember her name, but she was a reasonably attractive woman in her late 30s to mid 40s (to me, at 23, she seemed really old), who.