” I felt the cool air hit my sopping pussy. Every skin cell felt exposed and new. I could feel the slightest breath of air. I heard him say “N...w don’t move, and don’t touch anything” as he walked from the room. I lay there, contemplating what I must look like. I moved my knees together just a bit as I felt the chill air hit my newly exposed flesh. When I heard him return, he didn’t say anything, but just moved my knees back where he had them. Then I felt the most incredible sensation as. They walked over and stood behind him, giving him clear space, as he bent down again and resumed cranking the jack. They were fumbling for something to say. Finally ‘Hardy’ blurted, “She... she said that she didn’t need any help.” “Yeah,” ‘Laurel’ chimed in with a confused frown and a nod, “She doesn’t need help.” Idiots, Bonnie thought. The hitchhiker paused. He didn’t turn around, instead just angling his head aside and saying to the dirt, “Well then, I guess you two Good Samaritans can. It will be OK."With this, Louise's rebellion subsided. She stopped lashing out, and King snared her other ankle and secured it to the platform, leaving her legs splayed wide open and her cunt available for inspection and penetration."She's a fighter," he breathed. "Means she'll be a tiger in the sack, right?"The others nodded. "OK, hold her tight. I'm going to lick her out first," Daley said as he got down between Louise's wide spread thighs and moved his face close to her pussy. "Mmm. I can. Even though I am a middle-aged man in my early forties named Michael Nyland. The woman in my dreams is named Michele Nylons and she is an attractive, sexy, middle-aged transvestite. And; as I just stated; she is me!"Mike?"My restlessness has woken Nadine, my wife."MMMMmmm! Is that for me?" her hand slides under the covers and gently squeezes my erect penis.She is still dressed in sheer crotchless pantyhose and the satin baby-doll pajamas that I had coaxed her into wearing to bed so we could.