” I took ice from the mini-fridge’s freezer and dropped it into a cocktail shaker. Then I reached for a bottle of rye. “You don’t make them wi...h bourbon?”“I don’t care for bourbon. There’s a sweetness to it I don’t like. I make my Manhattans with half rye and half cognac.”“That’s one I haven’t seen,” she replied.I added some French sweet vermouth and a dash of bitters. After a brisk shaking and straining into cocktail glasses I added maraschino cherries. “Cheers.”“Cheers,” she replied and. "We'll see, won't we?" she said. With his cock in one hand she used her other to move her panties aside, which was easy because her skirt had ridden up and she was actually wearing thigh-high hose and garters. She adjusted her hips, slotting the head of his throbbing member into the opening of her very wet pussy."Get in there!" she hissed, settling down and getting a couple of inches of his cock into her.Rob groaned. He couldn't believe what was happening! He sat there, looking down at the. It was easy to concentrate on driving with luscious lips sucking me and she gave me total relief swallowing every spurt of my thick spunk down happily. I could see we were in for a very dirty weekend. After another thirty minutes travelling she asked how near we were to our destination. “Not far.” I assured her. “Good c abuse I need my pussy licked and fucked! You up for it?” I spied a thick grove of evergreens near the road and turned in there, the van hidden from the main road. I turned to. To my surprise I see him open one eye, then close it. ‘No one told you to get on my bed.’ ‘Boy,’ I said slapping him, ‘This our bed.’ ‘Get off for I make you get off.’ I made a face, and laid back down, making sure to rub up against him. ‘Ay, motherfucka, I wasn’t playin with you.’ He sits up, and starts ticklin me, I’m in a fit of giggles. ‘Hehe…stop….baby stop!’ ‘Didn’t I tell you to get off my bed?’ I couldn’t stop laughing. ‘Didn’t I?’ ‘Yes…hehe….yes!’ He stops tickling me and pins me to.