We probably could (should) have gone on to Dawson Creek where the Alcan Highway really begins (Mile 0), but it gets dark early in the fall that far no...th, and I was dead tired. You must remember that in the fall of 1949, the road ended for all practical purposes at Edmonton. The little towns west of Edmonton were isolated prairie communities linked only by a railroad and the dirt track (And I mean dirt!) we were following.The (only) hotel had but a single available room. I turned away from the. Her arms gripped tight around Lacey's waist, crossed tightly to hold her there.Lacey continued to finger her best friend, watching her own two fingers thrust in and out, hard and deep. The wet sound of her actions splashed the juices upon Julie's thighs, as Lacey tried to lap at every drop she could gather. Not wanting any of it to go to waste.Julie could feel herself drive towards the end. Her thighs quivered, her pussy muscles tightened and her body began to spasm. Lacey kept working hard. I did as he told me. He pulled his pants down and quickly put his hand over the head of his dick. He told me that before he would let the six hours start by letting his dick in my mouth, I had to lick his balls. The others gathered around as my tongue extended and touched Matt's balls. I licked Matt's balls for a couple of minutes before the told me to lick his dick. His hand still holding the head. So I licked what I could of it. He finally removed his hand and told me to suck his dick. My six. ’ She smiled again. Her hand touched my knee and then slid slowly up my thigh, under my skirt. Her eyes never left mine and I found it hard to hold her gaze. Her fingernails scratched lightly over my skin until she stopped, her finger barely touching my lips. It moved, breathtakingly slowly, over them and I quivered, hardly able to stop myself from pressing down onto it. My nipples ached, my mouth opened involuntarily. Her pressure increased a little, her finger stroking along my crease and.