At noon, or thereabouts, the wagon pulled off the road and stopped at a small farmstead. It was rather run-down looking, but they smelled stew cooking...on the air."Rest stop." Called the driver. "They'll have stew for you lot and there's privies behind the house."The priest sauntered off around the building and Crissa followed him. Wenn trailed after, sniffing at his clothes and the faint whiff of pickled codfish. The driver headed into the house and Wenn heard him talking to someone inside in. “Daddy, your little girl want to ride you.” “Yes baby, please do.”My cock filled her pussy and sunk deep inside her. She was an expert on how to ride cock. Moving her hips. Waving her big tits in my face. The view from under her was wonderful.I could see and feel her getting close to cumming again. My mouth found one of her nipples and I gently bite down. She moaned very loud, “Daddy”, as she had a gushing orgasm.After, she slide off me and my cock was in her mouth and she licked and sucked. Though we were in public, she couldn't keep her hands off of me. We sat close in the crowded restaurant and she slowly ran her hand up my thigh. I shuddered and she brushed my hair over my shoulder. She whispered "let's go to the car."We walked outside and as I got in the front passenger seat, she said "no, silly" and opened one of the back doors. I climbed into the back seat of her tinted SUV. She walked around to the other side and entered the back seat as well. Before I realized it, I was. .. it's MY fuck, not his! But, I also like the game, the pursuit, the"no-no" that turns into "more please". And then again, I sometimes just like to take advantage of a situation. I met this punk in a bar... yeah kind of a seedy hook-up bar, there'slots of them here in LA. He told me his name - but who the fuck cares. Heis just how I like them, acting more badass than he is, hot body, hotlooks, thin - almost skinny, a little rough on the edges, but within aminute you see that that is all.