I could no longer distinguish between the tension from desire and the tension from fear of discovery. When the noise finally faded and disappeared I w...s hardly aware they were gone. Wave after wave of desire rippled through me touching mind and body. Pleasurable tightness travelled across the surface of my skin. An unfamiliar sensation matching the more recognizable pressure building from my loins. Desire invaded every inch of me subordinating mind to physical senses. Tissues swelled and warmed. ." the man -- LaRue? -- crooned. Donna made love to the thing, visibly, and it was another knife in me, but I'd already been stabbed so many times I was nearly bled out -- or so I thought...When he stepped back, Donna turned empty eyes on me, urging, "Suck! Suck! Drink him! Do it! Drink his cum! Ogod! I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ... FUCK ME! AAAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" And her eyes rolled up and her legs shook and I watched her stomach contract as she got an orgasm the likes of which I'd probably. He then pulled out of my ass.” “I want to come in your mouth. Open up.” I opened my mouth and was on my back. Dave took off his condom and shot a load down my throat. I swallowed all his hot and salty come. “That was fucking amazing. I hope you want to fuck my ass now?” “This is our night of firsts. I want to fuck your ass also.” “There’s condoms on the night table.” I then rolled a condom on my cock and Dave got on his hands and knees. I spread his buttocks and licked his anus. I pushed. Jonesville lies along Virginia Highway Fifty-Eight, which hugs the southern border that Virginia shares with Tennessee. There is so little there, when you get there, that you are tempted to keep going without giving it a second thought.Which is probably more than it deserves.As I drove into town I was struck by how little (of anything) there was to see in Jonesville. With a population nearing one-thousand – nine-hundred and ninety five at last count – Jonesville is a tiny town, but an old one..