"The place we're playing is over twenty miles from here, so we're just checking in, dropping off our stuff, and then we'll head for the Sleep Country ...mphitheater." He motioned towards the door, while leaning back and taking a drink of his coffee, putting his feet up on the dashboard showing he wasn't going any further. "We know you like to tool around the city, looking for people before the concert, so we didn't think you'd mind, but we're offering you front door service since I've got to sit. Bhaiya himself was too hot. Afraid to remove my panties, he put aside the crotch band and pressed the burning head of his cock on my pussy and shoved. Inexperience played its trick. He missed the entry at the bottom of my vulva. Instead he gave few quick jabs at the center, hitting my clitoris and urethra and flooded my cunt with his thick, gooey, hot sperms.Frustrated, I wanted to slap him. I was hopelessly excited and he left me like that ! But nothing I could have done then. Adjusting my. The fuckfest they had on the conference room table was wild. He was grateful that they loved sex as much as he did. They were always willing, even having nights with just the two of them because their lust had still not been quenched. They described their nights together while he plunged into them. It made his cock so hard listening to what they did to each other. He never tired of seeing them. They willingly took his cock into mouth, pussy, ass, and even between their tits. Gibson had no idea. I'll never understand the charm of "roughing it," and I admit to thinking that a body is crazy for wanting to sleep on the ground, even if there is a bedroll under there somewhere.Amarillo is a nice place, I guess, but it's too much of a city for me. I must be a small-town girl, because I'm a bit scared of a place big enough to support more than five saloons. There were even brothels scattered up and down the streets, so you know the town is full of unattached men. I was glad to get out of.