970 on the hour and 7.185 on the half hour. It might not be at their house but Momma and Poppa would never be far with the two-meter repeaters.We rode...over to I-85 and headed north to Atlanta. This time, we went through Atlanta and had no problems. Since we had just cleaned out the Triple-A menace a few months ago, there hadn't been anyone to come in and try fill the vacuum.We followed I-85 north over the next two days finding signs of the Triple-A's in two separate farms. Their defense had. I was busy pressing her boobs, playing with the nipples, kissing her sometimes, it was just so pleasurable as our fun had lot of love in it. There was a moment when we stopped kissing, my hands were still holding her boobs and we were just staring at each other. It felt as if the time had stopped. We kept on staring till finally I pinched her in her nipples, to which she responded by pressing my cock over my trousers.Now, we totally turned facing each other, made ourselves comfortable by. Her soul told her to go home and care for her family but she looked over at the vagrant and nodded as her hand continued to stroke her clit and gasped, “Yessssss.”Mick groaned in approval, “Damn right you are a slut,” as he moved behind her and knelt down on the mattress next to her. He released his cock and his hands suddenly were all over her tight body. He lightly brushed up her exposed ass as they continued up her back pushing her blue t-shirt as they went. His one hand then reached around. Liquid had spilled from her and had puddled onto the desk. She was one horny bitch. "Give me more. I want more! Either you fuck me or give me more fingers". she hissed at me as she thrust herself forward onto my hand. I easily pushed a third finger into her and a couple of thrusts later she aked for another. Go for four? I might as well go for five! I might as well try and fist her! As I carefully bunched all my fingers and my thumb and started to slide them in her she just grabbed my wrist.