Grey was getting frustrated, even while he was in deep thinking about how stupid he had been for taking the ‘scenic route’. "How the hell could I ...get lost in this area, its all flat!" Grey screamed in his mind as he rode into the middle of the meadow, the mountains fading into the distance. He hit the wheel with a glancing blow in his fleeting anger. Then, the most horrible thing that could happen to a lost foreigner happened: the previously reliable little truck started to sputter and slow. There were several occasions when I couldn't totally verify what had happened one way or another. All I knew was: she got drunk; there was an available man around other than myself; I wasn't there; she couldn't remember what happened.That was Helen's fallback position. When she really fucked up, when she really got out of hand and acted up, that's when she just couldn't remember what happened. It was her version of 'no harm/no foul'. If she couldn't remember what happened, then nothing. I told Karan to sit on the headrest of the sofa and bent forward to suck his cock. Then I told Raghav to fuck my dripping cunt in doggy style. He agreed and positioned behind me, caught hold of my shoulders, and with one hard and swift stroke stuffed his entire meat inside me. That pain was excruciating. And after a long time I felt completely filled. It is same feeling I had during my first fuck session with my husband on the night of our wedding. He remained that way and started to fuck me in. Again, no-one there, but I could hear a girl’s voice out the back, talking and laughing with a couple of men. They were behind a curtain at the back of this little stage, and suddenly I got this impression of all these professional-looking photographers, in smart casual clothing, and this girl arriving on stage, throwing off Her robe and being stark nude. I turned tail and dashed out of there. I should never have gone in the first place, but at least now I have the very great pleasure of.