He flung open the door and stepped out, taking me by the hand as he did. I cautiously stepped out in my slutty little dress, scanning the area for onl...okers. To my relief (and a small amount of disapointment) there were none. He led me to the back of the car and stepped behind me, sandwiching me roughly between himself and the car. He began to kiss the back of my neck and grind his throbbing cock against my arse as he fondled me through my skimpy outfit. He place his hand on my back and bent me. He got angry, he complained, but had yet to push it past the point of no return. This night, however, he seemed even more determined than usual.His shirt was off and his jeans undone. My own shirt was pushed up crudely, and my skirt no longer falling past my hips. The funny thing was, other than the thin, cotton, pool-side dresses I would sometimes pull on after swimming at the beach, I never would have imagined myself in a skirt. Dean liked them though, I was beginning to understand why, and. ”The scene cuts to show a close up of the rear doors of the Army ambulance when the doors are closed and the young people are getting into their vehicles to leave. The words Ann’s Ambulance with Sandy Knoll Farm under it are easy to read, and so are the words of the sign on the side of the Yukon when the camera focuses on it. In the same script and paint it reads - Mack Dean with Sandy Knoll Farm under the name. A shot of both vehicles crossing the road dividing strip is frozen.“The signs made. We faced each other as I waited to mount him missionary style, as we did so we shared a long hot passionate kiss. Our bodies slivered over one another like snakes, due to our continuous sweating. The room was saturated by the hot scent and delicious combination of sweat, musk ,cock and anal aroma. He lay himself down against the bed, spreading his legs wide. He placed his palms upon his dark fleshy buttock cheeks and proceeded to spread them wide allowing me easy access to his beautiful.