”“Yes Ma’am?”“WHERE exactly were the two of you sleeping?”I’m positive I blushed, and said “Well, in the back of my truck.”“How co...ld you have slept for so long in an area so cramped? It fits 3 people back there I know, but surely you would have eventually gotten a sore back, or she would have slipped off or something, right?”“Ahhh, the back seats fold down, and it makes a kind of bed area we can stretch out in.” I bit my lower lip a moment, then continued “Yes, she’s still a virgin, we. She shuddered, half fearing, half expecting what was to come, and when the glass was empty and my piss was dripping down from her ass to the floor, I held the bottle behind her and slowly started pushing it into her anus.Her head was thrown back and her long red hair almost covered her buttocks while I relentlessly pushed the bottle further in, making her take it up her ass by force. She tried hard not to scream but her slender fingers clawed into the edge of the bar.Suddenly, out of the corner. The whole of her modesty panel now sodden with her desire as she writhed on the spit of my tongue. I paused momentarily, relishing the view as the aroused young woman kneaded her breasts drawing her erect nipples to what must have been painful lengths, their normally exotic pinkness suffused with the purple redness of arousal, standing tall and hard as erasers on a new pencil. My cheeks, lips and tongue were highlighted with the gloss of her glee as I drew her pantyhose off her hips rolling. Under it was a rather stiff and quite rustling white 60 yard petticoat. My wife looked like an 18 year old virgin bride. She approached me and putting her arms around me and french kissed me quite passionately. She was wearing Chanel no. 5 perfume, my favorite. As she pressed herself against me, I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. Being a 34A, she really did not need to wear one but I had never known my wife to go in public braless unless she was wearing a bathing suit. " MMM, something.