After a second round and another full load from me Cindy commented,"Tim, I'm so full of you, it'll be running from me all afternoon at the nude beach.... Should I clean you up first?" ooh please do!" So I settled in between the now golden tan of Cindy's legs and used my tongue liberally to probe at her now messy pussy, tasting her, and a lot of me, licking her clean, licking her until she came in a hip rolling, back arching orgasm, licking her until she begged me to stop. I looked up at her,. She slowed down to observe the road. The fragments of glass looked recent, it was certainly not there earlier in the night. She drove on, moved her car into the outside lane closest to the precipice. Not long after she noted 2 pairs of dark lines making straight for the precipice. There was no broken barrier to report it. Nothing. Just the wilderness at night. She shivered, wondering if this was her evening. She began to search for a place to park her car. The immediate surrounds offered little. “Holy shit,” Jill said, “you mean you actually let him do it?” “I admit it was a bit weird, but it also seemed exciting,” Ashley said. “I did feel some sense of modesty though and thought it would be a good idea to cover up a little anyway. I pulled on an open front sweater and made a halfhearted,” very halfhearted, “attempt to cover my breasts. I didn't really cover much except my nipples.” “My, how demure,” Jill said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Ashley ignored the remark and continued,. I couldn't even give some tort quip at calling me a baby. He knew that I would cry at how good he could make me feel and he would always make fun of me for it. If I hadn't been out of breath at the time I would have told him that 15-year-old teenage girls are not babies. My father chuckled at me dryly. A weird, monotonous laugh that I had always hated about him. I gathered up as much breath I could and told him to shut up. It would have sounded like an actual threat if I had been able to.