”“No, but we are leaving our phones.”“I don’t get it.”“Someone has been tracking us. The most likely means is through our phones. Please...give Frank your cell phone. He’ll dispose of it.” Keith reached in his pocket and pulled out the phone he had carried from the U.S. and gave it to his grandfather. Maddie shrugged and pulled her phone out as well. Frank smiled at her.Keith embraced his grandfather and whispered in the old man’s ear. “Do you have it?”“Just like you asked for,” Frank answered.. Adam looks at her as she walks away, her tight jeans molding to her ass.After lunch, Adam goes back to his cabin to rest and get cleans up. He changes his jeans, which are stiff from his earlier orgasm. He goes to the truck and sits there wondering what the girl has planned, and remembering to look for a hitchhiker.There is no traffic on the road. There usually isn’t much. Most of the farmers around here stay on their farms, only going into town on business or the odd things they cannot grow or. The male seeking to spread his seed far and wide, to breed as many fertile wombs as possible. All subconscious, of course. Or maybe not completely subconscious — whereas few women would find the notion of bearing five children by five different men appealing or even sexy, I think most men find the idea of having children by five different women conceptually appealing as hell (if they can put the likely financial and social consequences out of mind momentarily!).So what has me holding forth on. She came and came again. She was a screamer and was moaning so loud and practically bouncing up and down on my cock so fast that I lost track of how close I was. Suddenly I realized I was about to shoot and pulled out of her. I took her by the arm and threw her to the bed. “Get on your back you fucking whore!” I shrieked as I put her on her back. I told her she looked good in a whore’s position on her back. “You would know “Bitch,” I mean Rebecca!” I put my hands under her knees and lifted.