Its hot as hell and I have been wanting one all night". He climbed into the truck and headed out onto the highway. He rolled down the window and crank...d the radio full blast. One of his favorite old songs was playing, and he started to sing along. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad going back out. He liked the time to himself, the boys had been screaming all night, and he needed some peace and quiet.As he approached the off-ramp, he spied a car sitting on the shoulder of the road. The hood was up, and. He's there standing in the hall, like some big, sweaty, drunk bear."Can you move? Or are you too drunk?" I say sweetly. "Pfft. Why am I even asking?" I say, rolling my eyes and trying to inch past him. He puts his hand out clumsily, pushing me into the wall."You little slut. You don't fucking talk to me like that." His eyes are unfocused and bleary and I slap his hand off, feeling disgusted."Don't fucking touch me." I spit, sneering at him.He slaps me hard, the back of his hand hitting my. I don’t think I fell asleep, but I was so relaxed that I may have been dreaming I was still awake. Probably the only thing keeping me awake was a nagging hard-on. It was aggravated by the potent smell of my girlfriend’s juices, which emanated from under the blanket in little whiffs whenever we moved or breathed just right. Smelling them made me replay the events that caused the wet spot we were lying in. I’d never seen Katie cum so hard before.As I lay there holding my sleeping girlfriend, I. Our bedroom is at the corner of our house with windows on two sides of our bedroom so I could watch from different angles. Tammy always leaves our curtains wide open and our windows up when it's nice outside since we live where we do. I could see and hear everything, James was telling Tammy that no one would ever know and thought she was the most woman that he had ever met. Tammy told him that they had better not and that he should leave, but James kept telling her that he had to have her, he.