The only similarity that it bore to one of those countless hippie/surfer vans circling the country was an airbrush mural on the side; a surfer shootin... through a pipeline and running his fingers through the wall of water that threatened to crash down on top of him. Far from being a "fried out Kombi" like in the Men At Work song, this one was a current model van with leather seats, air conditioning, and about a dozen surfboards of all shapes and sizes in the back.I saw that it had only one set. Looking down I realized she had achieved what no other ever had. My cock was fully in her mouth and down her throat which was as warm and wet as I had imagined in my most detailed vision. She had taken control of me. And I was about to cum down her throat and over her large brown tits. Lingering over and around her nipples before ever having her pussy impaled on top of me. Therese had rubbed herself to orgasm in the short time it had taken for her to completely take me over. The sight of her in. Nothing really interesting there. Wait a second. I put down my drink to look past the new people coming in through the door. I think I see someone who could be interesting. Of course she’s dressed like everyone else. Nothing too flashy and nothing really sticking out. But I see something in that smile of hers. She truly means it. I watch her walk in with her friend who looks equally as stunning. They glide easily across the floor to the bar. My eyes drift back to my drink.. "What the hell is goin' on?" Andy asked as he helped the women to their feet.Elizabeth said, "A couple of White galoots practically attacked us as we went into the store." What did the store owner say?" He didn't say nothin'. He looked as surprised as we were." I better look in on this, an', afore y'all say it, I'll be careful."Andy went into the general store and saw two rough looking cowboy-types leaning against the counter talking to the clerk, who was probably also the owner. "Ya better.