Susan finally got off me, awkwardly. I caught a glimpse of her darkbrown hairy pussy before she pulled down her skirt. She picked up hershirt and pu... it on, letting it hang open since half the buttons weremissing. She pushed her hair back from her face, which was slick withsweat, and she smiled at me. Of course I zipped up and was ready toleave as fast as possible, but she began to talk.She draped an arm around my neck from behind and bent forward to kissthe top of my head; a loose breast. Id always been teased she was a milf. So on this day it was no surpise when i was having the odd glance at her in her shortish demim skirt and tight navy tank top which you could see her white bra straps and big busty clevage.As we had gone back to the car in the car park it was my turn to drive so i went to start the car and it wouldnt work. Again and again i tried to start it, but still had no joy. We was parked in a wide open space next to the outside toilets. This was going to be a arse. Did I lose my voice? What was happening to me?The knocking stopped. I laid silently wanting to cry; nothing came out. I fell asleep.Six in the evening. I was so hungry, so thirsty; I had to use the bathroom so bad.Why was this happening to me? I think I woke up to knocking again. I don’t remember. I left Corey in the woods when she needed help; was this my punishment. It hurt her to walk home; I made her walk home all alone, knowing that I was mad at her. I deserved this.My whole body. “Please?” Again, I aggressively drove myself into her, hearing the pleasing squelch from between her legs, then again, and again. Faster and faster. “You bastard. Cum. You. Me. For me. You... mmmmmm.” Her words were a jumbled mess and unintelligible as she began to sob.Howling as her body spasmed in my arms, “Cummmmmming. I’m cummmmmmming.” Outside I could hear whispered laughter, and a torch beam danced around the stained walls and ceiling of the caravan, casting shadows as it searched.Hands.