He sits up, focuses on my ass and takes two fingers reach up to stick them in my mouth. Lube them up he commands. I lick them leaving as much spit on ...hem as I can. He then pulled them back and inserts them into my asshole! I hear him spitting on his finger again to lubricate them even more! This was totally unprepared, and therefore the only lube to help is saliva!My pussy was a hot wet mess as I’m still rubbing it and I start to moan and then explode in a deep orgasm shaking the car! What. I opened the door and pulled out my cock to stroke it as I stood along the wall just inside the door next to a couple of other strokers. My first cock servicer soon joined me and started sucking me again. I indicated that I wanted to sit down again in the back row. He was pretty savvy and when I sat down in a middle seat, he crossed past me to sit on my left, allowing the seat on my right to remain open in case anyone else wanted to join us. I pushed my pants down to my ankles and he got back. She ushered me in and we shared some coffee. She told me the story of the trailer. Her nephew had bought it and had it re-conditioned as it was pretty old. He'd gone to Afghanistan in 2002 and never came back. She needed to get rid of it before going into a supported living center. We went out to the barn to take a look. We threw open the barn doors. I saw a big, curved something under a canvas tarp. She helped me pull the tarp off. It looked like an Airstream! I slowly walked around the thing.. You’ve brought a new, much happier me back to life. I’m never going back to those times. He’s already moved out. No! I kicked him out. Most people don’t, didn’t know that we were never formally married. That and the house was only in my name. I owned it and I’m glad we never got round to changing that.”“No matter, your turn now,” and she had me stand up and finished washing the soap off my back before soaping my half hard cock and the lovely handful of balls she had in her other hand.Inevitably.