. too far for the walking drover ... but not halfway. Bridgetown was precisely twenty from Painswick. At ten there was a solitary inn and stables. No ...ouses ... just the inn for the traveler and the barn for the horses.We took our pallets to the woods and slept the sleep of the justified.We were awake and munching jerky in the saddle by o’dark thirty. Whoever made the jerky knew what they were doing. Tasty ... real tasty. I’d like to try it with crushed berries and honey.We found the trail. "You're fucking me good now, lover!Do you like the way it feels, Randy? Do you like the way Mommy's pussyfeels around your prick?" Oh, God yesssss!" Randy hissed, fucking faster and deeper. "It feelsfuckin' fantastic! Oh, Mom! I think I'm gonna cum again!"Alison threw her arms and legs around him, locking her forearmstogether around his neck, scissoring her ankles together across herson's bobbing ass. Then the big-titted mom started humping her hipsoff the bed in a frenzy of lust, ferociously. It dawned on her that the vibrator in her cunt which felt massive had just burst into life and was having the desired effect on her cunt walls; the desired effect for him but the opposite effect from what Lisa wanted.The stranger now smiled as he noticed the moisture begin to appear around her cunt lips; his hand now pressing on her stomach as if trying to feel the hard plastic vibrator through her skin; slowly his hand moved up towards her tit when she shook her head violently; the man now. “I sure hope we can find a topless beach to swim at,” he envisioned.“Or better yet, a nude beach so we can make the other women jealous of our husband’s wonderful sized cock,” Sula added.Thirty minutes on, they drove through a brief, heavy downpour, which shaded the lower half of the Mercedes’s black paint to a reddish-brown.“Look at the size of the logs those tractor-trailers are hauling!” Scott would exclaim several times. The truck drivers gave him no margin for error, barely missing their.