My sneakers were sticking out the window, a sure tip-off as to what we were doing, but, fortunately, nobody drove past while we fucked away. This time... and every time afterward, I slipped on a rubber. I wasn’t taking any chances. I had a harder time in the car sticking my cock into her tight hole but she was so wet that her natural lubes worked as nature intended. In an instant I was sliding in and out energetically. Again, she didn’t move, and to be honest, I didn’t know she was supposed to so. I may never be able to convince you, but it's true," she told him, almost in a whisper. "True? You've done a pretty good job of convincing me otherwise." She pressed closer, throwing a bare leg over him, then turned him toward her again and eased on top of him, her small firm breasts pushed high up on his heaving chest. "I can't tell you why I go. I don't know myself. It's not you. It's not him. It's me. Something in me - something terrifying and exciting at the same time. I love my life with. The meeting started once everyone had arrived at about 7:30. I was the lead speaker."A few of us went to Statesboro today. Actually, we went to the area where Statesboro will be in a few years to investigate the area where the original O'Connell plantation had been. We discovered that people had already settled in the area," I started."From the people that we spoke to, we learned that a number of farmers had settled there by 1785. In 1790, a British Army Colonel named Crosbie moved into the. Then we would have sex after. She told me that she would have to go back up stairs and redo her makeup but I convinced her not to. I reminded her it's my birthday and you said what ever I wanted. She said I guess I did. So we left.During dinner we had a few glasses of wine, we were both feeling a little horny. After dinner I suggested we head for the lounge for a few drinks. She started drinking captain and coke and started to flirt and dance with a couple of guys. When she came back to the bar.