Mick was by now nearly going to cum he grabbed her thighs and punded as deep as he could then shot his load.Donna was panting and had also cum. She pa...sed sucking my cock as Mick moved away. The other trucker moved closer. He was a much older man. Early sixties maybe. Very much overweight. He had by now got his cock out and was wanking. He looked at Mick and Mick gave him a condom. Her thanked Mick and smiled as he came over. He got the condom on and moved behind Donna. He grabbed her by the. Colors were muted. Nothing had vibrancy. Everything was reduced to dull greens, mud browns, pale grays, and dark reds. Shadows were so stark, sharp boundaries cutting off the light.I ghosted from tree to tree. I made no sound. I knew instinctively how to step to avoid the crunch of dried leaves and the snapping of twigs. I no longer crashed through the brush like an angry boar charging the hunter.I was the hunter.The pure scent of the unicorn. I breathed it in. The scent of gold, white, and. My god but you taste good. I want some more of your cum later. I think we both need to recover a bit after that.”I agreed and we walked naked into the kitchen where I opened a bottle of “Bogel” Cabernet Sauvignon. We sat down back in the living room on the sofa. We seemed to be in our own thoughts as we sipped our wine. I didn’t want things to stop now, just because we were both worn out. I figured we needed some stimulus to get us back in the mood for more cock and cum.“How about some porn?” I. Eventually Maria reached to turn the radio on, fiddled with the tuning. An old Sinatra song was just starting – Three Coins in the Fountain. Sinatra was all over the radio back then; he’d died that week.From the tuning dial, Maria's fingers went straight for Mike's kneecap, clawing it in a spidery movements. Upwards they went from there, along the seam of his jeans, high enough to discover the shape of his erection.Above the song she said,“Parece que te alegras de verme.” I think you’re pleased.