Either way I find that I've gotten sidetracked as I did then and that will never do. So where was I? Oh yes...By this time we'd walked around the stor... several times - my eye briefly being drawn to a display of riding crops before dismissing them, knowing that my curiosity was all that made them interesting and that reality would dim the appeal somewhat, experience having shown me that some things are better left in the imagination - and we were back in the car. You leaned over to kiss me. ..his finger between her buttocks, the panties having been stretched sideways enoughto reveal the finger sinking in as it twisted, going right up the lady’s ass!Not far down the road, the teenagers pulled off into a grove of scrubby trees andmade out, all four in the car together.Meanwhile, back at the side of the highway, Marcella twisted her ass while thefarmer’s finger corkscrewed in her delightfully tight, elastic orifice. Her rubber ringclutched his finger and rippled across his knuckles. I wasvery angry at Graham, and I was ready to slug him. Brenda held me back. "I'm pissed at him too, but this isn't the time. Not yet."Brad continued his cross-examination of Graham. "You mentioned thatyou're not gay." I'm not gay." What's wrong with being gay, Graham?"Graham seemed to hesitate. "Uhhh, nothing. I'm just not gay, that'sall." But when we came here, we saw you fucking another man and having anorgasm." I, uh, had to do that. It was......."Brad pressed him. "You enjoyed it. . ” He moved aside, and as I stepped in the door, he put his left hand behind my back, gently ushering me inside. He pointed at a bunch of people on the other side of the room, and said, “Last time I saw Miss Collett, she was with those people over there, but I’m sure you’ll find her.” As I walked in, and looked around, I heard Dirk saying, “Enjoy yourself.” It was kind of funny how his attitude changed, the moment he saw Trish’s pass.I looked around, but I couldn’t see Trish anywhere. I wondered.