' I tried to snatch my hands away from his only to have Bruce quickly slam me against the wall and grind his body into mine all the while trying to ki...s me. I kept twisting my face away from his until he finally started to kiss/suck my neck, I tried to hold my head against my shoulder but Bruce said to me '...kiss me or I'll put a big hickey on your neck and tell everybody we did that while fucking...' Trembling in humiliation, I slowly turned my face to his. Bruce wasted no time in dragging. She tried to take the bottle with her urine. I grabbed that bottle from her and took a sip from it. I told her it was her urine. She pleaded me to give some but I refused. She tried to take to take the bottle from my hand. But I evaded her. I gave her a sip of whisky mixed with her urine. She came to her knees and kept her face on my penis. She started talking to my penis. Looking at the penis she said, “Darling, why don’t you show mercy on me. Fill up my mouth with urine, darling. Please. I am. I hadn’t seen Anne for a while and figured it was a good time to visit her. I penciled out a route and, knowing we would need at least one night with good sleep, I made a reservation for a small log cabin. We would need bedrolls and so we got our stuff together and headed north. We were halfway through Georgia when we put up for the night. We had really enjoyed the ride and close to the campground we found a BBQ joint and went in for our supper. “Ray," said Andrea. "Want me to get funky with. " I said. As we kissed and cuddled my husband went down on me, tonguing me and licking my clit through my pantyhose yet again proving his love for my ripe taste. I bounced my hips, and fucked his face. As I was ready to cum, I grabbed hold of a pillow and bit down on a corner to muffle out my screams. If the cotton gusset wasn't wet before? They were so wet now that they formed an instant camel toe against me. My husband came up with a winning grin, kissed me ever so sensually and we fell off.