I fuck you and fuck you. Keeping you forced down on the hood. You finally surrender and just sob. I take my hands off your back and remove the red gl...ves. I use my fingers to open you and hold you open slightly as I slow my thrusts. I watch my wet shaft disappearing into you then coming back out gleaming with your wetness. I pull you up and run my hands under your blouse and bra, tearing your blouse and pushing your bra up to expose you. I love your breasts, so firm. I squeeze them and cup. . She was def mixed latino with white blood in her.. Cute perky tits and a firm, but small ass.. Again, very cute.. I walked on over and started joking with her. She started to giggle and I had a feeling I might be hitting her comic bone.. We talked a litle more and thats when she told me she was out of money and wanted a coke.. I said, sure... I'll get you a coke, but what are you going to do for me? She just laughed and said nothing.. Because its 18 and up club and the bar was sort. It was time for soup, but first the preacher had to give a prayer of thanksgiving for that. Not that he would ever eat any of it, and nobody who would eat it was even the least bit thankful. Mostly the soup was carrots and celery but it was warm and the stale bread was more palatable after being soaked in the broth. Paul ate everything he had, looked around for more and left after finding none. He and some others headed for the park, others went to other places where they would drink cheap. I remember once we went into one field that bordered on to the M4 motorway and she sucked me off, me in my whores outfit and her in just a bra and pants in full view of the passing (and speeding) motorway traffic. Probably wasn't the most sensible thing to do to encourage safe driving!!On another of our meets we were down a quiet country lane, parked up, when a cyclist came by and obviously spotted what we were up to and shortly after passing us came back to see more. Sandra didn't worry at all.