So, there I was, out in the woods, naked and on my back on the trunk of a 1964 copper-colored Lincoln Continental convertible—about the last four-do...r convertible every made—with my knees hooked on the hips of a gaunt rocker and holding his joint for him, while he crouched over me, knuckles pressed into the trunk of the car, and slow fucked me. We hadn’t discussed what I got in return for this, but as I followed rockers and gave them what they wanted just to be “in the presence,” this was fine.. I guess Vern couldn't take it any longer because he lifted up the side of his shorts and pulled out his cock. I guess that's why he wore the short loose shorts.He started to slowly stroke his cock and I couldn't look away. I was able to see it perfectly now and it was beautiful. It was thicker and longer than mIne (I'm 6.5") and it curved upwards and had a huge mushroom head. It was exactly like something from the movie we were watching. At this time, I was really rubbing hard on my cock but. . can't . . . why not?" (Momma's smile and those of herdaughters vanished as quickly as they'd appeared.) "Because then I'd be the biggest fool in the desert, and pretty obviouslyI'm not." At this the two girls began to cry all over again, until their mother gentlybut firmly hushed them. "Oh dear," said Momma after she'd calmed them down. "Oh dear.I guess I'd better try a new tack. I was hoping to save us all, but well .. . . It's like this, Mr. Coyote. We've been looking for a nice dominant. He just stood there withhis face close to her ear. Then she felt it. It was verylight at first, but it gathered intensity quickly. Hewas breathing on her neck just below her ear and thewaves of passion it sent through her were unbearable.He apparently recognized her appreciation of the breathand started blowing on her neck and shoulder. The onlything she found herself able to do was to raise her handup to her shoulder as if to block it, but she only endedup stoking the bare shoulder just below.