I should be a lesbian, frigid, ill - possibly syphilis etc. or worse, surly abnorm, deformed, a call-girl, a masseus etc. etc. Now it is clear - I am ... whore,” and Nelly laughed again. She embraced me and kissed, grasped my penis, then cried:“Now - fucking!” As Nelly moved through the living-room, to her bedroom I saw how elegantly she moved on her high heels. Her exactly straight legs were perfectly modelled, and her legs were long, long, long till to the heaven. I said to her: “I didn’t know. We cleaned up and pulled out to go back to the Interstate and to head further north and east.We made our first route change by staying on I-69 and continuing north. We skipped Detroit and went to Flint before heading east to a Great Lake and Canada. We both had passports and were able to get through the border with minimal issues.We made a short trip to Highland Glen on the shore of Lake Huron. We pulled into our assigned spot and hooked up. Heather was wearing short shorts that were cheeky and. I sat naked on the bench having no clue how to attract a guy to have sex with me to complete the dare.I then decided to stay seated on the bench where I would face my naked body towards the street, open my legs, and spread my smooth pussy lips apart in hopes it entices a man to interact with me.Seconds later, a huge pickup truck with bright headlights drove towards me. It stopped abruptly and parked on the curb next to bus stop bench I was sitting on. I saw the passenger side window roll down. We could see Missy push the door open and slip inside. She saw us and her mouth fell open with a gasp. “Did you have a good evening,” I said, while slowly thrusting into Jane's mouth. “It was okay,” she said, her voice barely whisper, the response more habitual than conscious. Her eyes were focussed on us, with Jane stretched on the leg, her legs open, pussy sopping and her mouth wrapped around my cock. And Jane's eyes were so fully of joy even an idiot could see it. . Jane pushed her mouth.