He was stuck in a passive role, but he was a bit more active than one might expect. Then again, Tamara did the same for Wendy as she got her backfield...plowed by my sister. Luckily for her, my cum served as a rather nice coating of lube for her already gaping asshole as my sister sodomized her with glee.Of course, Tamara wasn’t gagged and her cries of ecstasy left no question that she enjoyed every last second of getting her bottom used by Wendy. Her resistance to slavery seemed to crumble a lot. "Just directions, if you don't mind. I can use the Garman thing, but not by the longitude and latitude settings," he said.I agreed to meet her at the nearest landmark which happened to be a bait and tackle shop on the river. It was about a mile away. "Look for the skinny blond in the candy red pickup," I suggested."I remember you," she said.Since we had a couple of hours to kill, I sprang the pill bottle on Wilson. "Wilson this might tells us who the big bald guy at the bar is," I said. "Take. " Excuses, excuses," she laughed.It was good to see her laugh. Whether I was willing to admit it or not, she was getting to me. Strong, apparently tough, independent, and ... did I mention attractive? Hell, she was downright gorgeous, head to toe. I'd have made a move on her anytime I was given the chance. So here she was, a gift on a plate.We stopped to give Norton the obligatory pee break, some fresh water and a biscuit snack. It wouldn't be a long day, the total highway time being no more. Her fragrance was so sweet that I felt like licking and eating her up right then and there itself! But since we were not alone, I had to control the feelings and pretended to be normal.Suddenly, the car hit a bump on the road and Angela woke up with such haste that she hit her head on my shoulder as an after effect of the car jump. She apologized that she didn’t realize when and how she fell asleep. I said, “It’s not a problem, Angela. I can totally understand, it must have been a long.