The first weekend that we could get away after the aftermath of the wedding, we made a return trip to the farm. Beth was the only woman I had ever met...that liked to hunt, fish, and camp as much as I did. To her a good time was camping out on a river bank so we could fish all day and make love under the stars.According to Beth we were happier than a puppy with two peters or pigs in mud; her phrases not mine. But I knew what she meant; I didn't think I could be any happier or more satisfied with. She could already feel him gripping the sting again.Looking up, she whispered, “Please, not here.” He gently pressed her up against the car with a playful smirk and continued pulling and tugging until she felt the first pop.Reassuring her, he said, “It’s okay, I’m here now and we’re doing this together.” Everyone passed by completely unaware of the intense pleasure building inside her. He kept tugging harder and harder until; pop, pop, pop. Her eyes darted over his shoulder at the oblivious. He also wondered why I was in a bad mood. Could he read emotions like me? Hah! I believed I'd hidden my mood rather well. Hah, again. Obviously, my foul mood was shining like a beacon from a lighthouse."The Wrigley Mansion. I hear it's the best brunch in town."His announcement didn't brighten my spirits. I was underdressed for the Wrigley Mansion. Besides, arriving at the Mansion in the pickup would be embarrassing. The valet parkers would have a good laugh. Argh!"Brunch at the Wrigley Mansion. "Steve," she admonished, "how did you ever get me into your bag and with no clothes? Just what kind of girl do you think I am?"She scurried over and then squirmed into the sleeping bag with Jim and Sid."Good morning Sid," she spoke loudly as she kissed Sid on the back of the neck. Do you know that Steve had his way with me three times last night and filled me full each time. Geez between my brothers cum, Steve's and my own juices my pussy runneth over.Moments later she spoke again, "Gee Sid you.