The bitch in me crying to submit fully to this predator of fleshy delights. Breath catching, quick gazes at the clock counting down at real-life deadl...ine. Focus girl!Her continued description of how my body was reacting a prophesy of fate I could not avoid. Her very will driving me closer to my edge faster than usual. The trance only broken as my pussy screamed its eventual release.Warning her of how close I was with a declaration of “ten”, followed by slowly counting down, I shuddered then. I told you that before. And I saw them at breakfast and survived, remember?" I set the viewscreen to show the last photograph and handed the camera up to her. "I don't see how we could improve on this shot before dark."She looked at it and then handed the camera down to me. "God, I hate you." Translation: What does it take for me to get to you?I waved away the offer. "It's your camera. You keep it. I have enough of my own." Smartass," she muttered as I mounted Durango. I'm sure that doesn't. I did as a was told. He laid down then asked my to ride him. Again, being the good cumslut that i was, i obliged. After about a minute i was told to hold still and it was then that the greatest feeling invaded me.I was being double penetrated!! It was like finding atlantis. That feeling of being uncomfortably stuffed had me cumming in gallons. When the one on top came, it was seconds before the another joined. This whole time i was being double penetrated, my mouth was never left alone. I was. There was an old stereo, but it had a CD player and Mark had brought the CD case out of the truck. They looked like books with plastic sleeves to hold the CD's. Daddy had put the covers in there too, so he'd know what the people singing looked like, I guess."Crap ... Crap ... Crap..." They were mostly Daddy's though, which meant a lot of stuff like Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings, whoever they might be. They looked like criminals to me. "Anybody like this guy, uh ... Bob Dylan?" Mark held up.