I drove to the funfair. I walked to where the Waltzer ride was and climbed the steps and stood there, wondering if I had the nerve to get on there and...have my skirt blown up and for everyone to see me between my legs. Then suddenly three boys walked in front of me. One was the boy who’d had me the last night but the other two I didn’t recognize. The boy said ‘You are back then. Back for more of the same?’ My legs started to shake a bit. The boy said ‘We got into trouble for leaving the ride so. “Getting me ready for what?” She said. “Getting you ready for the dick. Fucking should never be something a man jumps into. Even if a woman wants the dick as soon as she sees a man. The build up is what a woman would appreciate, even if she doesn’t realize it.” Solitaires brow raised reading the text, this was interesting. “So you know what a woman wants?” She texted. Solitaire was testing Gary. “No.” He said. There was a pause in text. “If going right into fucking is what you desire, that’s. A long time. A full day? More? I don't know. It all seems like a blur.And my cock! Fucking hell on sourdough, that's what I say! What the fucking hell?! I'm erect, or at least I used to be. My body is winding down from some super full blown erection. Am I going mad?! What's so sexy about carrying two heavy suitcases in a dank summer night and then having my hands explode in freezer burn? Was I daydreaming? I try to remember what I was thinking about just before my hands did their deep freezer. ..."Uhhh..practicing?" I asked her?"Yes, here at home" and at that she lifted her skirt, showing me a bare pussy! "WOW!" I said, this was new!We got in the car and headed out, noplace really in mind. I turned off on the highway that led to the coast, a short trip of about 100 miles. I still didn't know what she planned, or even how far she was willing to go, but I was playing it by ear.I knew there was a full service gas station about halfway there, I looked at the fuel gauge which read 3/4's.