"Rory! What are you doing?" demanded Paris. The question was purely rhetorical as what her girlfriend was doing was quite obvious. One hand was slidin... up the outside of her leg and disappearing under her skirt. The other was opening the buttons of her own blouse until the blonde girl could see the small but firm breasts hidden only by a white low-cut bra."Mmmmph!" was the reply. That reply was muffled because Rory was kissing Paris by now, a deep open mouth kiss that swept the shorter girl. The stranger's fingers continued to play her and she could feel an orgasm swelling inside of her.Stephanie had to focus on something else. Panicking, the young blonde pinched herself on her upper arm, the only place she could. The pain took away the power of the pleasure for an instant but soon his touches worked their magic and her fires began to grow again.Hours seemed to crawl by as again and again she fought with the orgasm ballooning inside of her. She begged into her gag but all she could. He saw nothing, nothing except the mental image of his wife receiving fucking after fucking from her Black God. With each time and each of her resulting orgasms, her conversion would burn deeper into her soul, never to be undone.Barely sleeping Thursday night, he finally fell into an exhausted sleep late Friday night, his balls aching from their inability to produce cum fast enough for the orgasms he continually forced upon them.Saturday morning he awoke and TracieLynn was laying beside him.. I spent the morning cruising from Yreka to Williams, a couple of hundred miles to the south. I found a pizza place off the highway for lunch, topped off the gas tank and sat staring at the GPS while I finished the big frosty root beer I'd ordered with it. Did I want to stay on I-5 South until I hit the junction to I-505 and follow that into Vacaville, switch to I-80 in Vacaville and take it to Vallejo where I could get on highway 37 and swing west around the north end of San Pedro Bay to take.