It had to be safer to make that assumption without testing the old man dairy owner who looked like he meant business. He had already shown signs of no... liking me.The heavy duffel bag I’d lugged up the road the previous night was full of items I would probably never use, insisted upon by my parents, including thick rubber foul weather gear consuming the largest portion of the bag’s space. That gear was definitely not cool. I loathed the act of having to wear it. The worry in the back of my mind. Luka slaps James already red ass once more as he thrusts in hard, Fuck boy Im going to cum! Tell that couple what you are, now! Im a worthless boy slut who is good for nothing but being used for someone elses pleasure. James says as he looks at the dirty ground below him. Ugh fucking whore is all Luka is able to say as he rams in and cums unloading several hot streams of cum into James hole. .All this is too much for James and he feels himself on the edge of Cumming, Please, please fuck me. I was secretly bummed out. Hubby took me up to a room and we got it on with the usual couples. The next weekend hubby said we were going out to dinner so we got dressed & headed out. We pulled up at a Marriot Hotel. I thought we were going to eat at the restaurant inside but when we got there Daniel met us at the lobby. I was very surprised as well as excited. We went up to the room and had a couple of bud lights. Hubby kept leaving out the room for smoke breaks & I guess that was the signal. At the time I had no idea how blessed I was. I was tall at 5 foot 8 and slender as a reed with the kind of breasts that only 18 year olds have. My hair was light blond, very long and straight. I wore it hippie style with two thick strands pulled back from my forehead in a loose sort of headband. I often tucked flowers in my hair even. When I see old pictures of myself, I look I belong on a Norwegian tourist poster. I was the perfect pretty blonde hippy chick.The Summer of Love meant sex too. My.