”“In country?”“Ooo ... Surprise ... the cut direct ... yes ... in country,” he grinned. “Ludington is north. The Fed A is about 65 miles s...uth.”“I have this feeling you don’t approve of the separation.”“I don’t. Michigan should be in one country or the other. I would prefer the Fed. I lost a lot of friends ... good men ... defending the USA.”Junior looked shocked, “I should have just let it go?”“Not at all ... Michigan should have voted to join the Princessapality ... all of it. That excuse of. When he told me that I hadn't thought about it being windy. As it turned out it was windy and my skirt was blowing all over the place. My legs and knickers were attracting attention and I'm surprised that I didn't cause a few cars to crash.As I got nearer the school there were other kids on their bikes and I slowed down to their pace. Some of the lads noticed me and I got a few crude comments. I loved it.All the other kids were getting of their bikes at the school gate so I did. I followed them. To intensify our play, Darrin chose the Santa Monica area because there was less police and far less actual weirdos and d**gged-out street people. I privately suspected he'd been a regular patron to the area and the whores, but he said was safer than Hollywood Boulevard and there were tons of places to act out the deal after he picked me up. We did it about ten times on Santa Monica Boulevard and each time it was a rush for varying reasons. One time I got cruised by two college guys and another. Henry squeezed tight on her waist and mercilessly drove his monstrous black cock into the tiny white wife. Amber collapsed on the couch while her pussy spasms around him in a chain of orgasms. Henry furiously pounded into her intent on making her pussy make up for the last six years of forced celibacy. Amber was in a daze as the old man got his use out of her, her thighs were soaked and trembling, the only thing keeping her up was his big hands as his thick black cock plunged over and over into.