Maybe part of why we don’t want to be separated now is that we want any ... experimentation with that to be on our terms, not because we got lonely ...nd strayed. In the past, it would have been fear of losing each other entirely.“Not only that, but we seem to be branching out into other things. Wilder, kinkier things. In the past, just weeks ago, there was no way that we’d ever be into anal in a rest stop bathroom, or getting fucked openly in a convenience store, with people watching and filming. I stood up every so often, and he'd be there pacing around his clearing and occasionally looking our way. Eventually, I could see the couple rising and packing up their stuff. I told Judy it was just us and the guy. I told her that our friend could see us if we stood up, and about how close we were. She rose and looked around for him. He wasn't standing up and she couldn't see him at all. "Just wait, I said, "He'll pop up soon." Sure enough, he stood up, and Judy glanced over a few times. Show. He looked down and saw the white cream of her pussy drip out and make a mess of her pubes and his long shaft. He went in and out looking at the moisture move around like wax, he even played with it, and used it to build his rhythm. Finally his balls slapping full throttle on her ass, she screamed as her saggy breasts smacked her shoulders. He went harder and she dug her nails into him. He began to come but did not stop the hot lava flow. He kept pumping it into her as he came down to kiss her. Jenny wasn't racist and even though this maninviting her into the "abandoned warehouse" was just about the Blackest she hadever seen anyone, there was just no way she could do the "whRIGH-thing" and gether ass back to "civilization."Jenny was in the jungle now, and it was just a matter to see how it wouldactually play out.As shitty as the outside walls looked on the "warehouse-studio" most of theinterior was just as bad. Marcus had setup one area though that was where hemade his "movies. He.