“This is blood from my face, I wonder how it got there!” He pulls my hair and I scream. “And I’m going to do the same to you.” I feel a stra...ge object against my back. I have no clue what it is. I can feel him using it all over my back. It doesn’t hurt a bit. I start to relax a bit more. It’s a big relief that he doesn’t hurt me like he said he would. After about fifteen minutes he suddenly stops. I hold my breath. What is he going to do next? He removes my blindfold. It takes sometime before. I slowly opened the door slightly further and watched in awe as my best friend was licking her beautiful smooth pussy. His face was buried deep into her as she was lying on the bed on her open white bath towel. He didn’t stop to acknowledge my entrance, just continued to devour her sex. I stood above her head and dropped my towel revealing my pulsing member, as she looked up at me with uncertain expression which soon turned into pleasure as I reassured her with a smile. I was stroking my cock. "Lana continuing, also suspiciously, added, "In a year of fucking all of you we have never been invited anywhere near your house or have you had your parents visit us here; and most curious of all, your parents are in no way interested in fucking the three of you themselves even though they are fully aware of your sexual activities and in no way seem to mind it. Maybe I've been around Randy too much this year, but if I were to make an analysis I'd say, there is definitely something we are not. The bumps in the road are starting to hurt. You ask if we could find a gas station. I inquire as to why and you shyly tell me you had way too much coffee throughout the morning, and had to go pee badly. I laugh softly, the idea of it amusing to me, though you don't understand that one. All you know is you need to pee. Just a little later you feel me pull off the road, and we are driving down the bumpiest road you think you had ever been on. It is very uncomfortable. You feel me slow to a stop,.