That was the time when all the farmers came in tobuy whatever they needed.Then my pleasant, relaxed drive into Ovid fell apart. Without warning,the Mu...stang engine, which had been so responsive only moments before,suddenly revved for no apparent reason, causing the car to shoot ahead atfifty, a good fifteen miles over the speed limit. As if it had a mind ofits own, it shot through the approaching intersection against the light,swerving to narrowly miss a pickup truck which had started when the. He said im paul,david i replied and he said thats a very innocent sounding name its nice isn`t it so i said i like it. where you been he asked pleasantly and i looked at him in the fashing lights as we sped along. he was about 25-30 smart and clean and said he was a travelling salesman his jacket in the back he had on a waiscoat and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up just above his wrists. he asked me if i had a girl-friend and i said nonot at the mo. he said have a look in the glove. After fucking you like this for five minutes or so, two men walk up to the car window and watch. You turn your head away, but I tell you to look up at them. I fuck you harder for our audience and you are quieter than usual. Don’t hold back your moans because they are there, I say, let them hear what a slut you are. I pull my cock out of your pussy and rub it on your clit, you moan and beg me to put it back in. The two men have pulled out their cocks and are wanking them about a foot from your. Jessica and Veronica explained too me that they were selling the cacti to raise money to support themselves and their missionary church in Houston. As it turned out, there were two more members in their group, two guys, Mike and Roman. Jessica, the leggy brunette, was as American as apple pie, but Veronica was straight from the UK and her English accent turned me on. There's something very sexy about a pretty girl wearing Daisy Dukes and a halter-top, speaking with an English accent, at least.