My nipples were sticking out like thimbles and my pants were sticking to my quim like glue. “Ooh gosh,” I giggled, “have I made it do that?�... as I tickled his dick with my middle finger. “You have sweetheart, you have,” George snorted, “and I hope that you’re not going to leave me frustrated. You’re not are you?” His hand was now easing up my leg and began tugging at my suspender strap. “Ooh,” I gasped in mock amazement, “I’m not sure I know what to do!” “Just wrap your fingers around. Then I get startled as I hear sirens and see blue lights behind me. I pull the car over and get very nervous. I’m wondering if my fun time is over. The officer walks up to the car and asks for my license and registration. I’m shaking and reach for her purse, get her license and take the registration out of the glove box. I hand it over to the officer. I notice the cop is staring at me and I look down and realize her skirt is still pushed up and wonder if he can see her partial exposed pussy.. "You can? So, can I fuck you again?"I nodded. "Much as you want."Ten minutes later, I was laying on my back in their big tent and Art was on top of me and his hard cock was inside of me and fifteen minutes after that, so was his semen. I remember how I clung to him all the time he was ejaculating in me.Gerry fucked me again. Like before. Enough said.Art and I slept in their tent while Gerry slept on his sleeping bag outside. Art screwed me again before morning and once after waking up. They. Realizing what she had said, she laughed. "I meant your shoulders."She was a big woman like the bartender. In fact, all the women working in the bar were large. She was much prettier and younger, though, probably in her early 20's. Her carefully styled natural blonde hair contrasted sharply with the teased dry tangle of the bartender."I'm Brenda." I’m Dan. Nice to meet you," I said wishing I had a better way with words."Do you want to go over in the corner?" she said pointing to the darkest.