She griped his cock harder, stroking faster, as his finger dipped deep into her , sliding up over her clit , rocking back and forth. He heard her moan...as he dipped his finger deep again feeling all her wetness as her pussy muscles griped him. He took his finger from her pussy wiping it gently over her nipple then tasting it with his lips. The sweet taste and fragrance drove him wild, as his tongue left a moist trail over her soft tummy to her pussy. His tongue licking and probing as she moaned. They might scoot up to a ridge-top to see what's on the other side.As the two young women teased one of the men on some issue, the other young man had been diverting some of his attention in Brenda's direction. His manner of conducting himself was as if he was canvassing her for a break-in. He had openly stared at her for a few periods that were several scandalous seconds in length, but most of his inspection had been done as poorly disguised peripheral studies. As they climbed into the sporty. It was a really shitty night to be driving, and after all the years he’d been on the highway, he knew better. This load was supposed to be in Crofton by morning. By the look of it, he never would be able to deliver it, not tomorrow, not ever.Then he remembered the girl still in the sleeper, totally oblivious to the situation. If they went over the cliff, neither one of them would survive the crash, but maybe she’d die quickly, before she ever regained consciousness.The girl. She had been. "Before he could finish, the lights went out."Well what I can see of it is beautiful!" They both laughed.Jenna and Matt sat in the candlelight talking for over an hour before Jenna realized Matt was out of coffee. She jumped up and said "I am a terrible hostess; let me get you something else to drink." As she reached for his mug Matt grabbed her wrist and said "no."Their eyes met and the air seemed to have electricity to it. Jenna turned to face Matt who was still seated on the couch. She.