While I could always use sunglasses and a bite to eat at one of the nicer ones where I didn't want to get tested after visiting, I preferred the seedy...ones. They were much less crowded and relaxing.All the way down the interstate, we saw cars and trucks from all over, even a surprising number hailing tags from Canada on their asses. This was a great opportunity for a people watcher like me. I would love to look in other people's cars, see what they were up to, who they were with, and then write. "My turn?" I asked her. I knew Carmen hadn't been thinking of me kicking her cunt while she did me, but now she came to realize she had thought about it before and looking a little pensive at me, "I did mention it, didn't I?' she said to me. "Yes you did" I answered. I knew she probably wouldn't take it as well and so I decided she would need to be restrained if I were to abuse her cunt like I wanted to. I got up and went to the closet and brought out a bar that I used to keep her legs spread. She turned in his arms and kissed him deeply. And as she did her thoughts were still working furiously. Together they had plumbed the depths of her own kinky fantasies. They'd discovered her deeply buried interest in lesbianism and dominance. But this was so much. She'd never actually been with another woman, although they'd talked about it often enough. This was totally unexpected. For a brief moment she was undecided. But that quickly passed. She knew she would hate herself in the morning if. Her pussy felt empty after he pulled out, she wanted it back. She was just afraid of the pain she would have to suffer. In this position, her legs spread wide, his body over hers, she would be open to the tacks on his shorts and shirt. If he pressed his body down on hers, they would dig into her flesh. The ones in his shirt would dig into her breasts and nipples. They were already sore and punctured from his fingers. Her pussy would receive the worst. With him fucking her, he would be pushing.