Don’t fucking move an inch, I’ll be right back.” I did as he asked but the anticipation was killing me. What was he going to do next? He walked ...ack after a minute. stood behind me, and I heard him lower his jeans zipper. I heard him pulling his pants down and off, and then I heard him twist open a beer bottle. I was waiting for his cock to finally fill my cunt but instead I felt something cold. I quickly realized it was the beer he just opened. He was fucking me with the bottle. Only he was. It's very comfortable, inside."So Greg had the convoy pull over to the side of the road, still protected by the over pass, and left the vehicles with a Butte Montana police officer keeping an eye on them.It was very crowded by the time everyone who could use the port- a potties did and returned for their cup of coffee. There were three cots set up that the police took turns sleeping on, but were now being used as chairs.The officers opened the MREs and ate with gusto. One of the officers asked. She gasped with extreme pleasure.When Jimmy lowered his mouth to hers she kissed him back, deeply,passionately. She drove her tongue into his mouth and lifted herbuttocks up off the coach and pushed herself up against him; her legsmoved around his waist; she locked her ankles together and held himagainst her. She felt totally feminine lying here underneath thissailor; wantonly giving herself to him.They fucked slowly but passionately taking their time; Jimmy easing hispenis in and out Polly's. The first thing I noticed as I walked in was my wife just kept the wine glass to her lips while her eyes nervously followed my movement as I closed the door and walked towards the table. The room was quiet and the men seem to wait for Sally to speak first.As I rounded the table I could see Sally's top was again open with her breasts jutting out for all three of the men to see. As well I now could see her skirt had been removed at some point and lay on the couch adjacent to the table in the.