Then, without warning, he slipped a finger inside her, shoving it clear up to the last knuckle and grinding it almost cruelly.Cheri lifted her hips an... molded her clit against the heel of his hand and urged him to put a second, even a third finger up her pulsating fuck-channel.His manipulations sent her body into wild spasms. Suddenly her cries and moans of passion intensified. She urged his hand and fingers to greater and faster efforts. Her eyes seemed to roll backward in their sockets as her. Still the GPS connection, which Eve brought to the trip, made it doable with a minimal number of missed turns. Most of those were in search of gasoline. So far the little econo-box had done just fine, I thought as I pulled into our last pit stop before Biloxi. I gassed the car while Jen did a potty break and Eve pretended to. Then they bought snacks, while I went to the ladies room.I spoke to Eve as we walked back to the car. "Pull up the White House Motel, and get me the driving directions.". Dirty socks and (ugh!) underwear were there, along with balls of dust and lint, but no magazines. She rose to her knees and her eye fell on the bed again. She slipped her hand between the mattress and the box springs. She slid it up and down and pushed in up to her shoulder. Her hand hit something. It was a magazine! She gripped the corner and dragged it out. On the cover was a woman with breasts the size of small honeydew melons. They were naked with bright red nipples! The title splashed. Believe you me, considering the school ravioli, that was a welcome distraction for more than one reason!His finger sneaked between my labia and he felt how wet I was. Bless him, he didn't say anything, nonchalantly answering some question from the guy across the table from him as he worked his finger into my sopping cunt.I wriggled my hips a little bit, and his finger slid deeper into my hot depths. With my free hand, under the table, I directed his moves, pressing on his hand to squeeze my.