The black guy fucking my ass pulled out and said, “Let me get a piece of her ass now!” and moved over as the guy fucking my wife’s ass pulled ou... and came over and started to fuck me. His cock wasn’t quite as big but it still felt great as he just shoved his cock right into me. He knelt on his left knee with his right leg out and planted to the side of my right leg to get a little deeper inside me. He ran his hands along my ass and up my lower back until he had both hands on my shoulders. . I held her and let her tell me how great I was. ‘Do you realize that we’ve only been here five weeks and we’ve made more friends than we have chairs?’ ‘We’ve made some enemies, too,’ I reminded her. ‘It’s your abrasive personality.’ ‘Ah, making friends is a joint project, but making enemies is because of my abrasive personality.’ Her kiss was brief. She became thoughtful. ‘We do well when we set a common goal, don’t we?’ ‘It’s you. I just follow.’ ‘It’s you,’ she said, linking her arm in mine. I most certainly had my fill of the regrets and shame of my past conduct and I was filled with contrition for my transgressions. That sense of recrimination did me no good in my present situation because my search for a suitable female's loving sacrifice was not even close to successful conclusion. The enjoyment of busting open a number of juicy cherries in my role as the lord of the manor was exciting but I realized the necessity of determined control over the female's physical features made. Still the GPS connection, which Eve brought to the trip, made it doable with a minimal number of missed turns. Most of those were in search of gasoline. So far the little econo-box had done just fine, I thought as I pulled into our last pit stop before Biloxi. I gassed the car while Jen did a potty break and Eve pretended to. Then they bought snacks, while I went to the ladies room.I spoke to Eve as we walked back to the car. "Pull up the White House Motel, and get me the driving directions.".