"Come on in" he told her, grinned at the sight. She was only a year younger than he was, being 19 years old. She had soft brown hair that ended at her...shoulders, and a rather attractive figure, though nothing spectacular either. "How've you been?" Greg asked after giving her a quick kiss. "Oh, fine" she responded, sitting down comfortably at the table, acocky grin on her face. "Remember what we were talking about yesterday?" she grinned at Greg. He frowned, trying to remember just what they. This was even better than she'd anticipated. She was enjoying the thrill of him kissing her, fondling her ass, feeling his leg as she rubbed her now leaking cunt over it.Even more exciting was the possibility of discovery. This gave an added zest to what they were doing. They'd have to be fast about fucking. It was already twilight. In a little while, it would be dark enough to switch on the lights in the parking lot. When that happened, they would be like actors on the center of a well-lit. I opened the box, various vibrators, butt plugs, whips, gags, blindfolds, restraining equipment. a good few hundreds of pounds worth. ok, lets have a look I thought. I opened the door to the living room, it creaked, and I stepped inside. then the screeching started about bloody time you sick pervert. have you any idea how cold this table is ? I am freezing my bloody tits off ! just hurry up and get this over will you. this is gonna cost you 100s when I go shopping later ! what a voice, it was. You drive for hours and then, after a few days of fun wherever you end up, you have to make the drive back. I hate road trips. That is, until I took one with Becky. She is married and swears she doesn’t sleep around, but her husband was out of the country on business and this was our chance to get away for a few days. We weren’t going far, just to Atlantic City, but the drive through the Pennsylvania countryside was looking pretty daunting.About two hours into the drive, with the sun going.