We both moaned as my first inch slipped inside. Her hands relaxed a bit and I slid back out until only the tip of my cock was inside of her, then she ...pulled my bottom again. And I slid in a bit more, feeling the head squeezed by her muscles that guarded her opening. Then Holly pulled again, then pushed until my cock was halfway inside of her body.Our eyes were still locked together, and her face appeared to mirror the sense of love and amazement and delight that mine had to have shown. Two more. ’ I boldly tweaked her nipples before turning toward the fireplace. She hadn’t been wearing a bra! Had she left off the panties too? My cock began to rise, and I tried to think of something less exciting. Like snow. Cold and wet. Big snowstorm. What the old people called the Starving Moon. Blizzard. Curling up with Anna before a blazing fire in a blizzard. The People spent much of the Starving Moon fucking their brains out, because there was nothing else to do. Damnation. It wasn’t working, and. This was an alternative hook up spot known to the truckers and other locals who were looking for some head on the way down the road. I pulled in behind him, parked and shut down. As I got out of my car I grabbed my fag bag and proceeded up to his truck. He was getting out as well and was walking toward me slowly. I could see the profile of his woodie through his jeans as he walked. We met at the end of the trailer and he said to me “bushes OK?” I said yes and told him I needed to get my knee. He was already hard and dripping pre-cum.She opened her mouth to suck his cock inside, but he stopped her cold.Instead he cupped her chin in one hand, lifting as he said, "Stand upand turn around."Steffie did as she was told, assuming the same position she had when hefucked her last week--bent over at the waist with her forearms restingon the sides of the sink and her feet a comfortable distance apart.She felt his hands hungrily caressing her backside and she pushed backagainst him, reveling in.