’ I left it up to her to interrupt my meaning and smiled a happy smile at the prospect. Mary rested her arm on mine just as before dinner, ‘You wo...n’t be alone tonight.’ As the crow flies, my place is a short distance from the motel, unfortunately, I have to drive the car on the streets. Yet, the distance was memorably short knowing that my night would be much more memorable. With the car parked and Mary safely deposited in the living room, I stoked the fire and put a couple logs on. After, I. There had never been another woman in my life, just as there had never been another man in hers. The passion would build as we'd explore each other's body with eyes and lips and tongues and hands, until we would seek out soft grass nearby and couple with all the excitement of teenagers. The water was raining down on us that day. My mouth was pressed against hers, my hand cupping her breast and her hand wrapped around my swollen cock. We were oblivious to all around us. That's why we did not see. .. Poor Larry. I could hear the sounds of something hard hitting the poor boy's flesh. I walked to the entry to the living room. Larry was completely nude kneeling on the floor with his battered bottom upraised and his forearms resting on the rug. His buttocks showed many welts, some fresh and some faded by different degrees.The big blonde Inga was dressed in a tube top which was barely able to restrain her large breasts. Her bottoms were what looked like a pair of sleep shorts with an elastic. " Damn hard, Annie. Thought with the stove, you could stay," Beall said, shaking his head. "Say, did you ever know a young whore name of Joan Suede down there, the Swede some call her?" What's that to you? Think of taking your trade elsewhere? I'm not good enough for you now that you're road superintendent or whatever the hell it is?" Don't get all excited. I just saw her down there a couple of weeks ago and wondered if you knew her," Beall said calmly as he checked the buttons at his waistband.