I have a weirdly distinct memory of cunt juice sparing my inner thighs to my knees. The first violent impact drove me even harder into the orgasm. I k...ew I was probably going to die but I didn't care. My orgasm continued as my body was slammed extremely violently from all directions. The only thing keeping me in the drivers seat was the seat belt. I was only a little bit aware of the fact the car was flipping end over end. Dirt, glass, and other stuff were flying around, but still I was slammed. Sarah having very fair skin burned rather easily. (We lost two days of fucking on my leave we got engaged on because we both stayed in the sun too long and could not bear to even touch each other and would Never make that mistake again. Sarah invited Trevor back to,our room as we sneaked in where we had more booze to loosen our inhibitions even more. “I,m just going for a quick shower!” Sarah told us and disappeared into the bathroom carrying a large bath towel and toiletries. Fifteen minutes. She might not have the heart and mind of a whore, but she sure had the lips and body of one. It was all I could do to let go once I embraced her. She looked at me like she was going to say something really romantic.“And to start with, you ride in front of me. I know you’ve been watching my ass in the saddle. It’s my turn, Mr. O’Dell.”That’s my wife!With everyone packed up again, we continued our trip to our homes. Along the way Betty Mae and Raylene kept prodding Opal Anne about where we were. ” “Whatever. It's freaking pipe music.” Carie's eyes finally settled on the main addition to the room. “Is that an actual massage table?” Vasily nodded. “Yes.” Carie looked back over her shoulder. “Where...?” “Craig's List.” She frowned. “Craig's List? Is it...?” “It is clean,” he confirmed, “Is used from legitimate place. No rub and tug. I made certain.” Carie nodded. She'd have to take his word for it because she was just too damn excited by the lengths the big doofus had gone through to.