During the show I'd unsnapped my shorts and slipped them off so I was laying next to Judy completely naked. My cock was hard and throbbing again. Judy...sat up and put her hand on my shoulder, "Shows over I guess," she whispered, "I told you it got really wild." Yeah," I agreed, "it was wild all right. But not as wild as we could get." I raised to one elbow and run my hand down her leg to the bottom of the nightgown. She let her hand slide down my side to my hip. When she got to where there. Miller had found someone with a reupholstery kit for the seats and my Uncle Geno had promised to talk us through re-doing them at his shop.Geno isn't really my uncle. Just an old friend of my dads who'd been around as long as I could remember. I'd always called him Uncle Geno though. Him and dad go hunting or fishing together four or five times a year. Geno runs an upholstery shop over on Candy Mountain Road in Liberty, across the state line. Mr. Miller has promised me next Wednesday off and. So as long as you don’t say a word, literally - do not speak for the rest of the car ride and do not tell a soul about this - I am going to jerk you off and release some of that pent up frustration. Now pull into that parking lot and turn off the car.” Confused, but rapidly becoming erect, I pulled off the rode and killed the engine. Until this point her hand had only been resign on the front of my shorts. As soon as the car was off, she began rubbing the growing lump in my shorts. As she. I almost let go of the tree...my body bent back and I very nearly fell. My hard cock sprayed warm urine all over my groin and belly as the shock instantly emptied my bladder. A piercing scream escaped me, so animal and terror stricken in it's wordless intensity that I hardly even recognized my own voice. The hunters laughed in triumph.Now, horrified, I lay there clinging for my life as I heard one of the hunters start to ascend the trunk slowly. There was nothing I could do. I was trapped.