“I like to hear you say the word home,” she said with a look of love and adoration in her eyes. “I also like the word fuck, and I’m glad to kn...w we’ll be doing that when we get home.”Tommy rolled her over and gave her a hard swat on her bottom.Rolling away from him, she rubbed her butt. “I might need a spanking too.”“Get dressed,” he said over his shoulder as he walked into his bathroom. “I think you’ll find your clothes on the kitchen floor.”Standing in the bathroom doorway so that he could. We visited old plantation sites, just driving up the old overgrown lanes and exploring. Nobody ever complained. We kept a couple cameras and some rolls of film with us in case someone got too curious, like the police.Over the next few years we worked our way north-west towards Atlanta, following Sherman’s march to the Sea, but backwards.We worked out a story to tell folk--I was a dowser. It wasn’t unknown, but it was unusual. I found that I was able to seek out springs and figure where to dig. If the gay guys came back to their cars from the woods they would not be bothered. So top down, panties off, skirt hitch up and up her lovely wet cunt. I had hardly been fucking her more than a couple of minute when we saw car lights approaching up the track. So my cock tucked away, Sally’s dress pulled back down and top up. A car pulled in with two occupants but we could not at first see who they were. The driver’s window was rolled down and a guy in his mid forties lent out and asked “was. " Now she paused for a moment looking down at her feet. "Maybe we could start with one and then see what happens?" I had her now. I knew once I got one cock in her she would want more. "Alright, I'll see to it that you get your release but you have to listen to me the rest if the night o.k.?" I stood up and kicked the table in the middle of the room off against the wall. "Now, stand up. Please. I would like to be able to keep it civil between us during this, so please don't make me have to ask.