”I pulled away and we set off. Somewhere. I didn’t know where. I just drove. Nothing was said for a quarter of an hour. I drove us up into the hil...s, not really focussing on what I was doing or where I was going. My mind was in a whirl, as the scent of her perfume filled my senses, and the sight of her long slender legs stretched out beside me distracted my attention. She sat in silence, looking out of her side window as the countryside passed by. It was an awkward silence, and I didn’t know. I continued fucking him though, giving him gentle strokes as I felt cum drip onto my hand. I pulled out a few minutes later, when I felt him lean more onto the chairs for support, and winced at the sight of my cock. It was rather dirty, leaving an inch from the base clean of his bowls, and went for my backpack. It was only a few seats away, and I was sure I had some napkin inside it to clean me of this mess. Then, all of a sudden, I felt a warm, moist sensation over my cock, and looked to see. But as the four of them sat around drinking their cool beers and talking it wasn't hard to see why the men were so interested.Seated at the table there was a young black haired beauty who was probably the most attractive of the four of them, with soft but somewhat large hazel eyes.Her hair freely swinging around her shoulders and she had light dimples that were obvious when she smiled, which she did often from time to time as she spoke with her companions. The smile often looked like she was. Remember that is not mine.- Ah. I thought. Have you seen my dad and to mine?- No. Your father got me out, but your mom have not seen.- It's in the back of the kitchen. If you want to go over there and say hello.- Ok. I will.At that time there was a way to explain that something would happen, yet I did not listen to what I felt. Activity in the back of the kitchen and see Rosita highly sculptural, may not have a figure of miss, but had its charm (and still has it.Rosita is a woman who takes me.