He’d come onto Lookout Mountain in Chattanooga, had driven through part of Georgia, and now was in Alabama. Problem was, he was still on Lookout Mou...tain. The road had twisted and turned all the way up the mountain, drawing him to the tourist traps. What had started out as a simple sight-seeing trip had gotten reasonably boring after the first hour. Ruefully he remembered the 700,000 billboards that had drawn him here. Let’s face it. When you look out over seven states, even though you know. She is gyrating her hips so her pussy and her juices are spreading all over my face. "Fuck me, NOW!" she screams half way through her orgasm. I could stay in between her legs all day everyday, that’s how much I love her pussy, but I know its time to stick my pre-cum covered, fully erect cock in that soaking wet hole. I give the whole length of her pussy one last lick and stand behind her with my cock at her entrance. Usually Lucy would grind her ass on my dick for a while before me penetrating. ”“Well, I didn’t discover the recipe by Occident.”She hissed. Then she reconsidered. After all, they were already talking about marriage. “I said that we hadn’t had enough play, before. Really, though, you play with words.”“Yeah. Either you pun or you don’t pun. If you want play, though, if you want more looseness, you have to see one thing that makes me tense. I’m committed to that apartment for a year, May first through May first. With you, I’m on a day-to-day lease.”She said, “Think of it. I remember looking at myself, very conservatively dressed that night. I had on a power-suit, like Maggie, but it was a full-length skirt, with a knee high slit on either side. My one inch heels did little for my athletically trim calves, which were covered, and my pert breasts were all but unnoticeable behind a baggy blouse and heavy jacket. My breasts were as round or large as Maggie's, but for a woman of 32, they were still very alive and I was a solid B cup. Nothing to complain about. I knew.