I would remember that day for the rest of my life.I could feel the smooth neck of that beer bottle in her pussy as I slipped in and out of her ass. Th... hard glass gave it a special feeling to the top of my cock. I wanted to feel what it would be like on the bottom side of my cock, so I simply grabbed her legs and threw them off to one side. She giggled as I easily grabbed her and placed her on her knees in the right position. My cock never left her ass. That was it. My balls would hit that beer. I then stroke up and down my shaft. The feeling is awesome. I take brief glances away from the road to look down at my swollen cock. I’m giving it an extra squeeze when, up ahead, I see a hitchhiker. He’s thumbing a ride with his right hand and holding a backpack in his left. I slow down to get a good look at him. He is youngish and clean shaven. I drive a little way past him, indicate, and stop in a convenient pull in. I guess the young man is used to thumbing a lift on this stretch of road.My. She was yelling and screaming at him not to stop. It must have scared him at first until he realized he was doing it right. Then she showed him how to finger fuck her, first with one finger then two." Anyway, they finally got around to screwing each other. He was going to put on a condom, but she said it would be okay without it. She wanted to feel his cum gushing inside her. You girls know what I mean. That's about it, although she invited him to her house in Tennessee."Harriet said, "Ooo,. How can you still say you love me?" I don't know, Alan. I don't understand it myself. It just never seemed really wrong to me. I guess I liked it when men paid attention to me. And when I was doing it, it was like I was someone else, just Lisa, not Lisa Baxter. And you never found out. And it didn't seem to hurt anyone. And it never changed how I felt about you, about us."Wanting to hurt her I said harshly, "You know what a married woman is called who sleeps with other men?" She just looked at.