“Some off us have to work for a living,” Jake replied.“How’s that job pay?”“Crappy.”They joked as they walked back. When they got inside...Jake removed his backpack and said, “I brought some treats.” He pulled a couple joints from his pocket and set them on the table before unzipping the backpack and pulling out six cans of beer. “Hopefully my dad won’t miss these.”“Alright,” Kyle said as he grabbed a can and popped it open. He took a big sip while Jake lit a joint. They sat at the table and had. As she keeps up the onslaught, her other hand slides up the back of his sweat-soaked shirt to reach for his tie. Deftly and while keeping rhythm, she works it around until it is resting on his shoulder. One backward yank and he cries out. His head wrenches up. The girl rides his ass viciously using his tie as a makeshift rein. Her dress is cast off on the floor. Her bra and panties are similarly strewn about. The glory of her fit, tight body is on full display.It has been a stressful case, made. He saw her eyes roll, heard her give a little moan of pleasure as he began to penetrate her, and though he tried to hold back he felt her push back at him more insistently on every little thrust, drawing him deeper and deeper into her. Soon both were grunting and moaning with satisfaction with their coupling , she engulfing him fully, his hard member buried balls deep in her. He heard and felt her get wetter with every thrust, squelching and leaking juices as he pumped it in and out of her,. It started out as a dare between Jerry and his best friend Al and soon grew into a bet. Nobody remembered who started it and who escalated it but soon their buddy Walter, who was a couple of years older and had his own pickup truck, was hurtling them down the road, their metal Rocinante weaving from side to side. As they drove east, Al played the part of Sancho Panza in the front seat while Jerry was the Don Quixote character in the bed of the pickup. The two switched roles on the trip west.All.