That should give me plenty of time, I thought, as I headed down the road toward the marsh. It wasn't long before I had stepped off the road and began ...reaking my own trail through the freshly fallen snow.I came upon a deer trail and decided to follow that. The trail meandered through some cattails and eventually opened upon a path that had been left by some unknown four-wheeler. One side of the trail was bordered by marsh grass that stood eight feet high. On the other side of the trail, the. I wanted to be fucked with a big cock, black, white, brown, yellow… I didn’t care. I wanted to know how it felt. Mum’s face looked like she was in pain, but I was sure she loved every second of it. She did not look round, she said, “Spank me!” Then Gary slapped her arse on both cheeks. They were hard, the sounds bounced off the walls, but even so, Mum said, “Fuck, that’s nice, harder!” Gary pumped away and squeezed her arse with both hands and then slapped her again. Holy shit, I felt those. Our relation ship was not secret I had met her family once at a hotel gallery which Claire had taken me to. They were nice enough but her father although polite to me held a presence that demanded respect, he of course loved his daughter and wanted the best for her. I of course told him that I was planning to become a businessman myself; I had considerable skill in advertisement and planned to take courses in university to expand my knowledge of the field along with business courses. Truth be. . harder boy... please... i need u harder... cum on boy... stroking... squeezing... feeling his precum spew out... so i can rub the slippery head... mmmmmmmm... good boy..."The landscape was hidden in darkness and shrouds of mist. We followed the curves and hairpins down the mountain. It was a bumpy road, I knew, but the limousine seemed to float. It gave its passengers an almost detached way of traveling.I wasn't able to look into the back compartment. So I tried to imagine my pretty girl.