She wore a leather vest with nothing under it. It was snapped up to the middle of her chest. Everything was covered, but there was still an air of sex... about everything. She went for a drive looking for somewhere to stop. She thought she’d stop for a drink and see what happened. Her car seemed to have a mind of its own as she parked in the lot of a bar that was a little off the beaten path. The parking lot was full of motorcycles. She hesitated before she got out of the car. Was she ready for. He must’ve seen it. This was really embarrassing. I should have kept it in my bag. Oh damn. He probably thinks I’m a slut.I didn’t look up at him for a few minutes; thinking in my head what to do. I wanted it too, but didn’t want to appear slutty. The air hostess walked by checking up on everyone, before she also retired to her seat.He leaned in and asked if I was ok. I didn’t know what to say. His hand came around my back. He pulled me back to recline along the seat, my head on his arm. I. Then Harry spread her cheeks open with his frenzied fingers and she felt him probe her anally until she was forced to spray her love-juice all over his hand.They rested for a moment and then he entered her rear door tentatively with his gently prodding manhood screwing her down, down, down into the white fluffy carpet until she exploded with her joyful juices in an epic orgasm jolting her no longer virginal passageways with cosmic pleasure.The sounds of her passion aroused Harry into frantic. " Or the panties off a randy bitch like you," mum giggled and yelped as Jill pinched her backside."Home?" I asked as we left the shop and they looked at me in amazement."Are you mad? We're going to get ourselves some retail therapy Tommy, some serious retail therapy." Oh, I see, well, in that case, I think I'll join you." Great" they enthused, but mum took my arm and looked at me seriously,"Just don't spend it all though, will you? Our retail therapy is going to be so bloody intense, so.