Why is she all the way over there and not next to me on this bench seat? Is that a sign? A sign that maybe we are drifting apart. My overthinking star...s to elongate, spiraling around and around tying into more knots...“Hey!” she blurts out turning in my direction. “Do you think there’ll be strawberries there?” Her voice is raised above the music and the rush of the road. “Wherever it is that we are going?” She smirks, an uptick in her brow as she fights a giggle. Our eyes meet briefly before I. Then she felt his hot breath washing over her pussy mound, and she shuddered violently."Ohhh, yesss, Daddy, lick my pussy!" she cried, raising her head to stare down at her daddy's head.She gasped when she felt his mouth firmly pressed against the juicy slit of her little pussy. Tremors of desire raced through her whole body and she lifted her ass up from the bed to hump her cunt up into her daddy's face."Unhhh," Greg groaned, letting the tip of his tongue trace along the bloated contours of. The temperature rose quickly, and the wind began to blow more forcefully than they were used to. Jane was driving, Jim was riding shotgun, and Ajax was lounging on the floor to the rear. There was a passageway between the driver’s compartment and the rest of the truck, so they did not have to go outside to move about between the two sections.Jane fought the steering wheel for a while, but she tired fast in the cross wind they were experiencing. Jim took over for a while, but the truck was being. Off with you, Phil - you pervert! See you back at the hotel!"Left to themselves, they had another highly coloured and highly inebriating cocktail."What do they call this drink?" asked Angela."Sex on the Beach!" replied Mrs Wellings. Both women found this very funny and it was several minutes before their giggles subsided."I prefer the other drink we had before that one!" gasped Angela as soon as she had got back her breath. "I preferred the "Orgasm" to "Sex on the Beach". More hysterical.