Besides I was too damn drunk to resist her request anyway. We ended up sharing the cum as well as more cigarettes, more rum, and, surprisingly, some w...ed that she had. She was fascinated with my bi-sexuality and asked lots of questions about my cock sucking. Another of her fantasies was to have a threesome with a bi-guy, her, and her hubby. I agreed that this was a fantasy of mine, too, and we agreed that someday we'd have to hook up for this. I'd be happy to suck a cock with her! We drank. I noticed our new van mate was wearing jogging pants too. Only he had a very large protruding linear bulge in his. I wondered to myself what all he had in there. "But. I." I whimpered. He chuckled and entered the van telling Ray to keep an eye out and staring right at me with a sexy grin. He touched my leg and his grasp was strong yet sensual. I sat up quick. He sat next to me on the bench seat and rubbed my leg up to my inner most thigh. He was prying my reluctant yet wanting legs to open. I. “Oh my God, it’s so big!” I pulled it back out and swirled it around just a bit to tease. “No, no, no stick it in me. Don’t play with me, fuck me with it.” She was possessed with what was between her legs. Her hips bucked up to meet its expansiveness, a sheen of sweat covered her skin. From my own fiery, red cock, cum dripped on my thighs and forearms, collateral damage of my excitement.“Put it in” she cried. In a dramatic, smooth movement I put the necessary force behind it to make it. ”“Thank you for the advice,” I said waving at them. I entered the store and was greeted by a woman, but not the one I was looking for. On her nametag I read JoAnne.“Good morning Sir, how are you doing today?” JoAnne said. Her tone was polite, but her face was saying: I don’t want to be here.“We have samples for our guests if you want to try. Today it’s a lemon cake. Believe me it’s out of this world.” This was her, the woman I saw with my camera. Her accent was kind of exotic, or erotic was.