"Me, Beth and my wife all rode behind one of the men. It was surreal as our little convoy zipped down the highway. I had my arms wrapped tight around ...he stomach of a man who was about to rape the shit out of me. My wife clutched another man close, and I knew he would just love to get his dick inside her tight little hole. We passed by our broken rental car and I could not believe the motel was less than a mile away from our car. If we had walked forward instead of back to the rest area none of. For whatever ego reasons existed, he wanted his story posted on the Internet for posterity.I asked that he send me his story, which he did. Two things immediately struck me. His story was so skeletal that until now he had never intended to write it, yet the fact that it was so basic added to the validity of his tale. ("I caught them fucking and I watched them through the keyhole. Later, when we were alone I told her what I'd seen. She got scared and let me fuck her.") It seemed to me that he. I gasped as he pressed against my sweet spot, and I almost came. He slid his finger out to the second knuckle then thrusted it back in, again pressing hard on my g-spot. Over and over, he thrusted his finger in and out of my boy hole, while his mouth clamped around my cock, making me holler as I felt my orgasm surge through my lower half. I had to really focus to keep from cumming already, but the harder he pressed the more this intense pressure started rising in my lower half like something. We headed for a thick clump of bushes in the park. There was a little clearing in the middle, just big enough for the two of us, and through the leaves we could see if anyone was coming near without being seen.She took the initiative. She lifted her skirt up and tucked its lower hem into its waistband, revealing her knickers. We boys knew the school regulation that girls’ knickers must be white cotton, respectable and not too brief. The knickers she was wearing were precisely that. I helped.