Her hands went to my thighs trying to push me off but I was too strong. My only job of working as a mover gave me too much strength for her to hope to...push me off. My cock went in and out with a rough rhythm, her mouth a warm soft hole for me to pleasure my self in. I worked hard to the sweet sweet sounds of her gagging on my hard cock. I felt the pressure building in my balls I felt her hands slip away from my thighs and saw her good eye roll back up into her skull. The lust was to strong,. Nothing. This was not good, not good at all. Deciding to let Bob take the lead, she whispered "Holding" just loud enough for her ear bud to pick up, and hunkered down, covering the camp with her pistol...It wasn't long before she saw movement, and could watch Bob slide from tent to tent, peering in to each one with his pistol leading the way. After he had checked the last tent, he darted back into the underbrush and disappeared from sight.His voice came over the radio, "Mule, go!"Kat didn't. .. ," I tried to start, "I have a dinner party coming up and thought you might like to go with me." Brandi smiled that smile that had me tingling to my toes, something I hadn't felt in a very long time. "Well, I really love the airport art that is there and since you are painting a cultural mural," here she stopped to think about it, I was holding my breath while I waited for her answer god I hoped she agreed to go. "I don't think I'm doing anything that night, I would be honored to accompany. Karen and I have done pretty much the same thing on the way home from dropping our son off at Boy Scout camp! No, I never talked her into the peep show part, but had a nice ride on the freeway with the cruise on, and one of the hottest, wettest fucks that followed when we got home that evening. So looking out the door I told her about this story, and said, “ Hey babe you have to read this story, I’m not going to tell you what it’s about, but you have to read it.” Her eyebrows rose a little.