I had a hell of a hard-on yearning and she was looking better and better. Wow. I needed to calm down. I didn’t want to ejaculate in her car.“Your ...hing, if you don’t mind my saying, is becoming a monument,” she said as we headed up the highway. She giggled, I know, wondering how I managed my thing.[I could tell her such stories about me at the dairy and how I was treated, stripped naked and made to stay that way for keeps as I had to ride around in the owner’s son’s truck, so embarrassing as my. That was amazing!It was almost like you were fucking me then. I liked that."So, let me review. She could feel me fucking her with my tongue, but wasunaware that my hard penis was even inside of her? Great!Soon, she was sleeping peacefully in my arms. I couldn't sleep though.I could only think of how inadequate I'd been. How I'd failed miserablyin the lovemaking department. I'd never thought of myself as huge downthere, but I'd sure never thought I was, well, inadequate. I'd made loveto. I had to admit I was jealous of his other conquests, often wishing I was his only lover.Not that I was exactly chaste myself. No, I took cock whenever and from whoever I could. 90 minutes before I got Glenn's text I was on my back, in the bed of a pick-up truck behind my favorite ABS, getting my ass pounded by a construction worker I picked up in the booths. His stubby, six inch, uncut cock dumping a load inside me in less then two minutes, with plenty of time leftover to finish his lunch. "Mr. Eriksen looked at Emily with a new respect, then asked, "Can I fuck your arse?"The harsh language shook her but she put on a brave face and whispered, "I suppose so." It's a deal," said Mr. Eriksen with a note of triumph in his voice, "Shall we begin?"Emily slowly took off her blouse and bra, exposing her small breasts and again feeling the nipples harden at the thought of being touched. As she unhooked her skirt Mr. Eriksen reached out and cupped first one and then the other.