When you're hitchhiking beat up old camper vans are pretty standard fare, 4 wheels that work and a driver with some interesting road conversation, but...this van had one very obvious unusual feature, both the occupants were topless. In the passenger seat closest to me sat a guy in his late 50's with short, slightly receding black hair and a 50 something's hairy chest and beer belly, in the drivers seat sat a lady I assumed was his wife, grey hair tied in a pony tail, bright blue eyes and a hippy. She looked wonderful covered in thick cum. I slumped back into the sofa to enjoy the rest of the show. ?You do the same?? I instructed DeanHe nodded and continued to fuck my girlfriend. He started a slow pace while Sarah recovered her senses. Within a few minutes he was pounding her pussy again. He leaned forward and pinched her nipples roughly. I was surprised, but not as much as her response. ?Fuck me you bastard!? she moaned lustfully.So he did. He altered his position slightly and then. " I really don't want to talk about it." Let me apologize, please!" She took the flowers and arranged them in a vase. "Look, it was about the Marston case." The embezzler?" Alleged embezzler. My investigator had just found a witness we have been looking for and..." And it couldn't have waited until after we finished lunch?" Well, it's an important witness. He..." I really don't care about your witness, Brad. I care about the fact that you are spending more and more time at the office and less. Like I say, he owns me. His Catalan interests has converted him to Catholicism. No divorce.”“No children makes annulment possible.”“No Joe. He would leave me destitute or worse if I left him.”“He would kill you?”“Have me killed. He finds killing ... distasteful. But please do not worry. I am fine, Joseph. We get along despite appearances. We amuse each other still. I just miss this,” she said, stroking his chest.“But I can’t give you this again,” Joe pointed out.“Maybe one more time? Before you.