Pointing over to Paul fucking an attendant's ass, I said, "Look, Jerry. See how much Paul likes it? I haven't seen him fuck a pussy since camp." "Yeah... but it still is gross. Some people pick their nose, but that doesn't mean I would like to." "I'm just saying to give it a chance. For Dana's sake as much as your own." Jerry sat there quietly watching Paul fuck his attendant's ass while I slowly increased the amount of arousal he was feeling. By the time Dana returned, Jerry was slowly stroking. It was long and thick with a handle on the end that my self-appointed mistress was holding. "That's good, pet. I suggest you get it nice and wet unless you want this next part to hurt a lot."It did not take me long to figure out what she meant so I did my best to slobber all over it before she tired of this part of the game. Withdrawing it from my mouth she stepped behind me and wasted no time in pressing it to my asshole. Thankfully it was still moist from her licking because she didn't even. The alcohol was one part of the stress-cure. The other was Ruth Tanner, young Felicity Tanner's mother. But first there's the cause of the stress. Or, more accurately, the causes.It all began after the church service last Sunday night when he decided it was time to give Lucinda her weekly servicing. Since his vasectomy the weekly sessions had been better than he remembered and she had not been totally limp beneath him. The last time she had even been surprisingly and uncharacteristically wet. The ground was wet and muddy. I warned the guy not to watch at me…I squatted down with my summer dress bunched around my waist and pulled down my panties to my ankles. I tried to hold these white cotton panties, so it could not hit the muddy soil.It was then I noticed the glare of the driver in the mirror as he watched the reflection of me there.I shouted at him that he was a pervert; but the bastard just laughed.Once I finished, I just climbed back into the cab and shut the door.I told him.