He says, "ready?"I say, "let's do this, and I do hope someone sees me." He walks out the door first. We walk out into the hall, no one there. We walk ...ut the front door, no one. But as we get closer to the corner of the building, there is a car driving into the rest area. By the time we turn the corner of the building the car is parking and in a way he or she can see me with my ass swishing as we walk toward the back of the building. I hope he or she got a good look. Now we are in full view of. No surprise. He had made love to her into the night, first visiting each of her erogenous zones including ones she didn't know she had and maybe had not had previously. He lingered at each spot as he patiently ministered to Wendy's body. He used his hands and feet, his very stiff penis, his mouth, his lips and his tongue, even his chest; setting off repeated orgasms, toe-gasms, ear-gasms, nipple-gasms, my God, an armpit-gasm, before he at long last put his mouth on her swollen and yearning. He thrust his hips forward, driving his erection deep into the cleft between her buttocks, his movements facilitated by her body’s soapy covering. His lovely companion responded by pressing her hips back against him. ‘You’re making me crazy, Dennis!’ Lois moaned. ‘God! The minute you touch me, I have to have you!’ ‘I need you, too,’ Dennis whispered in her ear. ‘Let’s get dried off and go out to the bed,’ Lois said. The swollen fleshy tube prodding insistently between her buttocks, teasing her. Ashley's long brown hair now sticky, slimy, and knotted was pasted against her neck, face, scalp, and the floor.The horrible stench only added to the beauty of this scene, but could not be recorded with my camera as I filmed day 3.March 16th had begun like most other Fridays. I had the day off from work and was shopping at the Big Lots before going across the street to the coin laundry.Deciding I had browsed the shelves and wasted enough time I grabbed my items and hurried to the line at check.