. or at least enough to get curious and go see what they were actually doing.Instead, I watched Scotty drive three hundred miles like he'd been doing ...t for years, until we got to Beaver Dam State Park and I had to take over to maneuver us into a parking spot.By then, the younger ones, their initial curiosity assuaged, were playing a video game, competing, and only occasionally looking at each other's good parts.I actually thought this crazy idea was working. Scotty stripped down while I was. The guy introduced himself as Brick. Crain didn’t understand why he was called Brick since he had brown instead of red hair, but he didn’t question it. He was twenty-eight and was twice divorced, with no kids. He was easy to talk to and had a nice sense of humor. The conversation had started innocently… just two guys in a bar having a drink while watching a game on TV. Over the next three hours it covered a lot of territory, and had taken a path that both found interesting, each pushing it a. The action was the same as with a guy–but awhole lot more thrilling.Tightening her grip, Sharon began to frig up and downon his potent prick pillar.“Am I doing it right, Aunt Pearl?” she asked, with aninnocents she did not feel.“Y-yes dear,” the woman croaked. Pearl was dizzy withdesire, hardly able to believe this was actuallyhappening. Her fat nipples felt explosive and thecrotch of her jeans had filled up with a slimy pool asher cunt overflowed.Sharon frigged. I jam my cock hard into your pussy as I push your legs against your chest. I reach through your legs and grab your neck again as I start to pound you hard. The tears roll down your cheeks from the pain of having your legs pinned against your body. Your body is responding to my anise and not your own brain. I feel you squirt as I pound you harder. I look you in the eyes and tell you I knew you liked to get fucked like a little whore. I push deep inside you and cum so much it leaks out from.