The cock in my mouth muffled my moans. I tried to squirm but it was no use. I had no where to go, there was a firm grip on my ass, and the one at my m...uth held me by the back of head. I gave up fighting, because I really love having my ass played with, but apparently eating my ass wasn't enough for him. He positioned himself behind me, with the head of his cock pointed right at my asshole. He spit on his cock and my ass, I could feel it running over my hole. No doubt one final measure, lubing. When she turned around to go back home, a man pulled along side of Summer, and got a huge smile on his face. He honked the horn repeatedly, dropped back behind Summer, and followed her to the next rest stop. His name was Rick and he was headed home to Chicago. Rick sweet talked his way into having Summer follow him to a service entrance of a bean field. If anyone were to approach, they would be able to get more than an eyeful from a far distance; there was only two roads and you could see for. His take on yesterday was interesting. He was aware, of course, of my interest in Camilla, and told me he thought that to some extent it was reciprocal. Well, that wasn't a total surprise, I knew her deciding to spend a week with me had to be more than just mentoring me as a singer—and hell, she'd said as much at our brunch, hadn't she? But he took it a good deal further, telling me he thought the two of us complemented each other well."This is, I think, an early stage of human mating ritual?". There was a tug on her arm. She almost pissed her pants to see the old gentleman standing beside her. His eyebrows touched and he was in a foul mood.He grabbed her tiny arm and pulled her inside the house and let the door slam behind them."Just what the fuck do you think your doing!" he scolded. Her eyes wide open in fright and her body quivering. She was frozen in her tracks. The old man was not a run of the mill old man. He was at least six ft tall and about 200 lbs. He towered over her tiny.