I was tanned & toned & ready to strut my stuff. I was wearing a flowy mid thigh length white skirt with a tiny white g-string underneath. A lace peek ... boo bra under a pink silk button up tank & strappy silver heels. I felt sexy & ready to have some fun. I daydreamed about sex, making my way across I-70 until I realized I was hungry. I pulled off the next exit as it had a gas station & Dairy Queen which happened to be across from an Adult Entertainment Emporium (so the sign said). As I got out. It was Nina, my best friend who worked at the airport. A week before I found myself being kissed on the lips in passionate way, not as friends but as lovers do, it never went further than that but I think I have may have discovered the bisexual side of myself. Since then I had constantly been thinking of how wonderful it felt being that close with her, feeling her lips on mine, her body pressing into me, her smell, the whispered things she said to me. At first I had tried to push it out of my. He is clean shaven, his hair is short and he has all his teeth. His smile is actually kind of nice.My nipples felt like they were on fire and the pain was competing with the pain in my crotch. I couldn’t focus on either as he hammered my sore little pussy and continued to twist my nipples. I was screaming through my panties to try and take my mind off the hurt that was ripping through my young body. My entire body was being pummeled as he stroked in and out. My legs were flailing and I. I swear that I will never understand how people can make a trip of over a mile or two in a buckboard; the lack of springs in a buckboard is a real killer on the back. We swapped off the driving, so that wasn't a problem, but Joe did suffer some pain in his leg every time we hit a big bump. I would almost bet that the county had somebody on the payroll who went around and added bumps to perfectly good roads just out of pure meanness.The next 4 weeks were a mixed bag for both Joe and me. He lived.