I get on my knees with your fingers still buried in my asshole knuckle deep. You bend over and start licking up my sweet wetness as you finger my assh...le. It feels so good I can’t help but to cum hard in your mouth. Breathing heavily from my orgasm, I feel your warm lips leave my pussy as you stand up still fingering my asshole. I didn’t know what you were doing and didn’t really care at that moment, but I should’ve because you were behind me putting the massage oil on your dick and getting. When I got out to it I could see there was a fucking great score along the length of the nearside, right down to the primer, a white wiggly line in the bright red paint, front to back. I tell you, it felt like someone had just ripped my heart out, and it usually takes a lot to upset me. Not only that… when I looked down I could see I had a flat on the rear… and when I looked back at the front, that one’d been done as well. I somehow knew it would be a similar story on the offside. I walked. After drying off he gave me a shirt to wear and said my mom will be here in a little while. When she arrived she was apologizing to the man for all the trouble I caused, he said it was no trouble at all. Before I left he said to come back anytime, we can play some more. When I was home mom was so mad she was shaking. I took my punishment for lossing my bike and clothes, even though I explained how it wasn't my fault. A couple of days later a friends father brought my bike home, saying it was. They took turns drying each other off, Jake grunting as Della leaned down and gave his cock a quick suck."You better quit or I'll have to go to dinner with a hardon." Della laughed at him, wrapping a towel around herself. She headed to her room to dress while Jake did the same.The meal was a simple, yet delicious, affair, cheeseburgers with all the fixings and Judy's famous homemade potato salad. Nancy had opened a couple of cans of baked beans, and had put them in the Whitman's oven upon.